My ladies Bible study gave me this hydrangea today.
My first one.
I’m stunned by the richness of the velvety blue blooms and the deep green of the leaves.
This stuff doesn’t happen by accident.
Of course, I had to connect with Mr. Google this afternoon to learn how to care for it. I discovered that I have to feed it aluminum. Too little aluminum in the soil means pink blooms.
Did you know that in the 19th century aluminum was more costly than gold? Did you know that aluminum is the most abundant metal (third most abundant element) in the earth’s crust, but that it’s so reactive it’s hardly ever found in its pure state?
Anyway, after class I went to a local farmer’s market (Horrock’s for you Michigan people) and picked up this hardy “Knock Out” rose to plant in memory of Rose Dog.
I also just wanted to pick up a few herbs, but I was overcome by the scents and colors.
Everywhere I looked.
Reds and purples and whites and pinks and blues and yellows and oranges and greens of every shade and mixtures of all!
I filled my basket with Mexican evening primrose, flax, beard tongue, petunias, geraniums, salvia, marigolds, portulaca, ageratum, vinca, parsley, chives, basil, chervil, and tomatoes to add to the blooming astilbe and bachelor’s buttons and lilies of the valley and yet-to-bloom day lilies and black-eyed susans and daisies and hosta.
And a box of zinnia seeds.
And I came home to the heavy sweet scent of the first peony blooms.
And this summer–provided I remember to water everything–I’ll drink in the colors and the fragrances and watch butterflies and hummingbirds and behold God.
Can you slow down–step out of the traffic?
Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King
n. davis rosback says
S. Etole says
He is so apparent in nature … "His handiwork I see …"
Billy Coffey says
You are such a great writer, Sandra. I loved this.
Sandra Heska King says
Awww, Billy (kicking toe in dust and blushing.) You're not hiding a Nerf gun behind your back, are you?