Last night, I planted a single hydrangea plant.
In several places, my yard is filled with wildflowers and… weeds. I don’t have any mulch down so all of these grow, and sometimes they overgrow. I have some pulling to do.
In August, many of the wildflowers will bloom, and my yard will be filled with goldenrod. The bees will be happy, and I will enjoy that too.
But it’s time to simplify all that overgrown green after it blooms. I think I’ll plant more flowers over time with some mulch. Hydrangeas make me happy. (The bees will enjoy these too.)
Anyway, in the midst of so many big green plants — tall, still unbloomed wildflowers and weeds — one single hydrangea plant with no flowers seemed like such a meager effort of change. But you have to start somewhere. We get start somewhere.
And I figure that’s true about so many things.
Smuggling Grace 