My Hydrangea Used to Know When Spring Was Here

Thu, 23 Jul 2026 19:00:39 +0000

It used to be you could count on things. The smell of thawing dirt in late March, a sure sign that winter was finally letting go. The first robin a few weeks later. And my hydrangeas, they always knew exactly when to start thinking about blooming.

Not this year. Or last year. Or the year before that, frankly. My big blue hydrangea bush, the one my grandmother planted right by the porch, well, it’s just confused.

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My Hydrangea Used to Know When Spring Was Here