I know she loathes them, but I happen to adore hydrangeas. Unfortunately, thanks to our soil and climate, we don’t get the gang-buster colors that those grown on Cape Cod are afforded. My pal JoAnn always brings some from her Mom’s garden when she visits, so this past weekend she came up for a small gathering and brought this beautiful bouquet of flowers. They put our pale pink and light blue shades to shame. No matter how much sulphuric acid or rusty nails or coffee grounds you use up here, we can never match the gorgeousness produced on the Cape. And maybe that’s for the best. It makes these moments that much more valuable.
