
I remember my Grandfather's Hydrangeas would fill the flowerbeds at the front of his Ocean Beach house. Huge pompoms of lavender, blue and pink would captivate anyone who walked by, even prompting an occasional car to pull over to the curb to take a peak at the efforts of my Grandpa’s green thumb.
Hydrangeas were the first flowers I planted when we bought our home years ago, and they are still flourishing on both sides of the house, battling the heat at times, and delighting our family and friends with their magnificent presence. When the heat becomes a bit challenging I mist the flowerbeds fifteen minutes at a time and shade the blossoms from the direct sun to prevent scorching.
So far so good.