hydrangea, that ubiquitous shrub for shady yards here in the north, is one of those things that gives me pleasure disproportionate to its value. when i stop to think about why i love it so much it comes down to three unique-to-me and totally unrelated reasons: 1) my husband steve once called the little florets in the blossoms “tethered butterflies” and it has always stuck with me as the perfect metaphor, 2) i love that hydrangea is called hortensia in french–i think it is a beautiful word, and 3) i love that the blossoms, when dried, are sturdy like construction paper and don’t curl up, like tissue paper, like so many blossoms do.
do you love hydrangea too? if so, tell me about it. the weirder the reasons the better.
dried hydrangea florets