My favorite flower
I love flowers I don’t know the names of, too.
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“It is good to collect things, but it is better to go on walks.”
— Anatole France
After 16 years of marriage, J told me that all he really knows about me is that I like books and coffee and dark chocolate.
He was selling himself short, though.
He also knows that hydrangeas are my favorite flower.
When we got married, I wore orchids in my hair.
My bouquet was hydrangeas and orchids and hypericum berries, and some others I’m forgetting. I wore a sleeveless, scoop-necked, simple dress with no beading or train. It clung and draped in all the right places. We bought it at David’s Bridal for $400 and it was perfect. I wore light pink shoes with kitten heels and one of them slipped off so I kicked the other one away and ran up the aisle barefoot and laughing with my new husband.
I love hydrangeas. They remind me of places I grew up and places I loved as a child. I love how massive they grow, how they take up space, how they change colors, how they bloom for months, and how even in winter they hold their shape.
