I felt the freedom of floating in water. With beauty at my toes. Hydrangea 'Penny Mac' from Penny herself. These were Penny's Presbyterian hydrangeas. Given when she downsized her garden. Wickedly, she embarrassed my friend, BIG BILL, who helped dig/transplant that winter day. Penny, aged 76, leaned into BIG BILL's arm and said, I bet you've got lots of women. Quickly redder than a radish, BIG BILL, a wise man, kept digging. But with a smile. 
I'm a woman with a gorgeous dirty cloche, I like that literally & metaphorically. Gray Gardens is quite appealing. The monkeys are dressed for Penny's blossoms. I dallied on the swing twice last year, once the year before. Ridiculous. Will try to do it once a week.
The Lutyen's bench here too. Needing stain, to match the other teak. Can't simply bask must eyeball something to do. .
And the magazines? What a bore compared to what was at my toes.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
2 comments:
Beautiful, and at a place where you can appreciate them. Most of mine are too, but not blooming yet here!
Lovely flowers :) I still wait for mine - they need one more month to go :)
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