The hydrangea is my favorite flower and it’s in full bloom all over the city: in Central Park, in beautiful ceramic pots in front of high rises and in window boxes in front of old brownstones! I don’t know why I love it so, I just do. It seems so delicate and fragile and yet so strong. It’s subtle colors are romantic and lovely: blue, pink,white, purple, whatever you like! (what color don’t they come in?) The changes in hues are extraordinary. The design of the individual flowers, so simple, yet the gathering of the many flowers, how complex and solid. Sometimes the full blossom reminds me of R. Buckminster Fuller’s geodesic domes. They are that beautifully and exquisitely designed. Bucky balls, I think they are called. And the leaves, love the leaves: perfect symmetry. I will miss them. And I will dutifully await their return in the coming year.
I guess I do know why I love the hydrangea after all.