I wish you could see my hydrangea - it's gorgeous, one of the best things about our house. The flowers are beautiful - that's a picture from this morning. Most of the flower clusters don't yet have this reddish hue in the center of the individual blossoms, but this was my best picture. (You can click on the picture for a closer view.)
It's difficult gardening with so many of our flowering bushes on the side of the house near the road, such as the hydrangea in the picture. It's not difficult with the girls, who are old enough to know better than to wander into the road, but the Raccoon goes wherever the spirit takes him. And the road calls out to him. And he answers: "On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again."
We're so highway-minded, that we sometimes forget the simple goodness of a garden - sometimes we forget that the greatest truths are robed in mystery and in beauty, that the beautiful is the truth.
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty'