This small plant has but one flower, and it looks magnificent. For a plant that probably was not intended to be planted, much less survive for any length of time, that is a feat.
A few years ago, when my Aunt Ann passed away, someone gave a couple of hydrangea plants as decorations at her wake. They are not native to, nor can I remotely believe they would live outdoors in a hot desert climate where her home was. Therefore, I brought one home with me on the airplane (does this fact make her death prior to 9/11?). I planted it, and it took a few years for any new growth to appear. Now it flowers, and I get to be reminded of good times with my Aunt Ann.
There is much I can say regarding things I’ve learned about growing hydrangeas. And so much more I can say about Aunt Ann, where I spent many summers playing with my cousins, and tidbits I learned from my Aunt. My mind is remembering so many good times, this is all for today.