06/18/2026
I grew up a PK and even as a young child I loved to go with my dad on his church trips or visits with the sick. He had a few friends that he visited with ever so often and they would get into heated arguments over certain Bible verses and what they meant. I’d take a few toys and just play on the floor listening to them which I loved and yet could not comprehend how they would get so loud with each other and then laugh like they were telling jokes and always end with coffee and finally verbal praying.
I remember so many of those visits and even the floors I played on.
However, the trips I enjoyed the most were………remember I was a little boy…….to funerals because of all the flowers. I didn’t understand all the business of the wake and crying and hugging but I absolutely would count the flower stands and just get lost in all the amazing colors, shapes, textures of those flowers. My very favorite was always the hydrangeas, the giant blue mop head ones and ever great once in a while a big pink one.
Now years later I still love hydrangeas. I know a little bit about a few of them and have several in my yard.
I had a total of 50 beauties when Rita the hurricane hit and when she moved away from us I had 3 left. I told myself I’d never mess with hydrangeas again but never say never and now I’m back into the hydrangeas cause of a friend giving me one 6 years ago and I’ve gone nuts over them again.
My white ones are all Paniculata and I do 3 things to them.
I cut them back to 18” and remove all stems smaller than a pencil at Valentines, I fertilize heavy (whatever kind I have on hand), and I keep them moist.
They reward me by blooming like most of my other plants.
I wish you could see them in person as some are 17” in length.
Remember to enjoy this day cause it will never happen again in our lifetime.
James