The Christmas before last my brother Tom and his partner Anna gave us a gardening voucher. I blew the lot on hydrangeas.
I love huge, blousey hydrangeas and after a good six months of looking dead, ours have flowered with gusto and seem to quite like their position. We’re also growing pink, blue and white right alongside each other – proving that Featherston does indeed have magical soil.
I also found this rather good-looking blog while writing this post.
