My beautiful daughter organised a very surprise bunch of flowers for me today on behalf of all three of my children. Aren’t they lovely? Winter hydrangeas. Quite a different shade to summer!
I’m a lucky mum.
The hydrangeas have much meaning for me. They were the flower I used to see as a child when we visited New Zealand in early summer. My grandmother had an enormous hydrangea bush with huge heads of vibrant blue/purple flowers on it. I loved to look at them. I still think of her when I see hydrangeas. And my daughter remembered this, and got me hydrangeas.