It was a little rainy, but I stopped by Lakeview beach to see the rose garden in bloom.
It's been such a rainy summer, so things are lush and full and green and splendid, as evidenced below.
That evening, I went to Berlin Heights to prep for the big family party on the 4th. At my grandmother's, she told me to go out back and look at the hydrangea... I didn't think anything of it until I realized that this was a non-hearty indoor plant that I gave my grandfather in the last few months of his life.
Following his death, my mother tended the plant at home for the next year or so. We gave it to my grandmother a year later and she planted it. It weathered the first winter, but never bloomed - a florist told me it never would, given the species. But lo and behold, this year it's got a lovely bloom with more threatening.
Given that our family history seems to be told through plants it makes sense that this this little fellow has thrived.
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