I remember Grandmama. You had these beautiful Hydrangeas on your Northern facing front porch. Your house was white with green shutters and I thought the beautiful blue bee-attracting flowers were so Grandmotherly at the time. Little did I know then, that Hydrangeas would become one of my delights too. Thank you for having those flowers there. I wonder who passed them to you and who planted them by the end of your porch? 

These are mine now. They are just as blue as yours were then. And I do love them.