Tis the season of the Hydrangea.
When I see them my first thought is..'granny'...which I love! My second thought is how amazing they are that they change colour, often all by themselves...a big ball of flowers that drift through a wardrobe of dreamlike pigments, what's not to love? and then, when they have been cut and dried, they take on an especially beautifully faded, romantic feel...
I read somewhere that they are Madonna's least favourite flower...well, I think she is missing something special. x