I absolutely love hydrangeas. The perfection of the flowers, the gorgeous heads of blossoms, the variation in colors and form. When we moved to Preston, I left hydrangeas behind, but brought a few dried blossom clusters with me. Nineteen years later, I still have one on the shelf in my sewing room. So, when we were at Judy and Bob's. I took advantage of the beauty of her gardens and took photos of the many varieties she has. (There are still a few more than shown here.) Aren't they beautiful?
