The hydrangea spreads its flower-laden limbs much too far out over my walkway, yet I cannot bring myself to trim them. Blossoms shimmer like tiny dollops of Brocato's spumoni ice cream, violet joining the green, cream, and pink.
I love this bush and the tiny flowers that bloom all summer long into the fall, and I'm not alone.
In ten minutes, I counted one tiny red bug and 12 assorted spiders. Each rested, snuggled in a comfy spot, still damp after light rain, decorating leaf, limb, bloom with motley pattern, surprising color, and spindly legs.
One day, I'll have to trim the limbs, but this isn't that day.
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