The sun came pouring in the living room the other morning, the way it does only at the end of winter, when branches are bare and the air is crisp and clear. It illuminated a simple bunch of hydrangeas, which caught the sunlight and held it there, letting it warm the spirit and the room.
Since we’ve had a decent supply of hydrangea blooms during recent summers, I don’t think of purchasing them as cut flowers at any other time of the year, but on this particular week I craved their simplicity and easy elegance. And they reminded me of happy summer days, so I indulged.
