You know me, slave to the hydrangea. As exciting as it is to see my hydrangeas in the garden are starting to grow tiny buds I have craved colour of late. Brown, decaying hydrangea petals were lovely for a while but you can't beat some good old fashioned colour. I popped into my local florists last week and was waaaaaay too excitable when I spotted they were selling hydrangeas. This one now sits in the center of the kitchen table. Yes, it's a total pain in the arse when it comes to having to move it every evening when we sit down to eat but that's a small price to pay for the big cheesy grin that spreads across my face every time I walk past it.
I've been trying to grab some quiet moments to myself, just to faff about with some flowers as I've been unable to get out and about this week, strangely therapeutic.
Finally I wanted to share a couple of old slides from a set given to me by my mum for my birthday a couple of weeks ago - I thought they were super lovely!