I Often Go Walking

Hydrangea grow prolifically in the south. We should have bought one 28 years ago. But instead we bought our first one three years ago. That first year, we had a few sparse blooms. The second year, we did not really see any blooms, but this year. Voila! We have bloom after bloom. They are so beautiful, I cut some stems to bring indoors. We also have a pretty pink one, gifted to me by Julie. It bloomed for the first time this year and is a beautiful pink. We hope it grows up to be as fruitful as our purple/blue one. I've always had a love affair with flowers and flowering bushes. I wanted to post about a billion pictures of the many varieties of flowers in my yard, but Russ restrained me.

My favorite primary song has always been, "I Often Go Walking." I'll just post the words to that song. That will suffice.

"I often go walking in meadows of clover, and I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue. I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over; Dear mother, all flowers remind me of you.

O mother, I give you my love with each flower to give forth sweet fragrance a whole life-time through; For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking, I learn how to love them them, dear mother, from you."

Thank you, dear children, for singing that song to me over and over and for gathering flowers for me. Even today, I receive flowers from my children. Brad accompanied himself on the guitar and sang the song to me this Mother's Day. I will never outgrow the love of flowers and that song being sung by my children or grandchildren.

Hydrangea Bush in our backyard

New little pink Hydrangea in front yard

Cut stems brought inside for our further enjoyment

Hydrangea blossoms up close