Hiding in the Hydrangeas

I admit it. When I’m overtired, I want be alone in the garden. I’ve pretended not to notice Rocco, my elderly Italian neighbour nearby when I’m busy weeding. He gave me several hydrangea plants two summers ago. Now, when he passes by my yard, I often hear,”Acqua! Acqua!” In other words, water the darn plant!!… Continue reading Hiding in the Hydrangeas