In an effort to embrace all that autumn has to offer I went down to my children's rental house where I snitched a few blossoms from their waning hydrangea bushes. These are huge old hydrangeas that have been there for many years, so unlike my new tiny bushes they still have some blossoms on them.
Some even retain bits of their original color, though they have lost their bright blue hues in favor of shades ranging from pale purple to dark amethyst. I thought these blossoms would be the perfect compliment to my little blue and white squirrel that sits atop my old pine dough box.
The other blossoms I picked are wearing shades of green and burgundy, and lend themselves well to the dining room and a silver squirrel nutcracker that resides on my mahogany tea cart.
Though flowers such as roses, lilacs, morning glories, and peonies bring me great joy, I think that the hydrangea has to be one of those flowers that rewards us the most for so little care. Their long blooming season, beautiful colors, and the ability to be dried make them one of nature's great feats. They really are a wonderful example of mother nature at her finest!
Thanks to everyone who commented on my last post. A little sunshine, a new attitude, hot tea, and some chocolate always help bring me out of a cold weather funk!