Blue hydrangeas. They are my favorite flower and have been as far back as I can remember. I’m not sure if it was because I saw them in Martha’s Vineyard and they were so plentiful near the water, but the image of seeing them as the ferry neared the island has always stuck with me.
Blue hydrangeas. They were my wedding flower. When I found a wedding invitation that had a single one on the cover, I thought it was–I don’t know the word, kismet? The invitation was simple yet elegant, just like the flower itself. It wasn’t hard to figure out which flower my bridesmaids would carry, with a white one for me. I was never one to be showy, so they suited me just fine. And the fact that they were not nearly as expensive as some of the other variations I could pick for our bouquets only made it seem like it was that much more meant to be.
Before my wedding, I was told the day would fly by in a blur and I might not remember all the details. So, I tried to take mental snapshots during the day. My ceremony was a simple one, one which lasted all of 11 minutes. I was too busy looking at my then-to-be husband to notice the beautiful arch my florist had put together, with, of course, blue hydrangeas as the main flower. So that evening, after everyone had left the reception hall, but before we left to go to the hotel, I ran outside. It was about midnight and still ungodly hot (my wedding was in August and it had been about 95+ and humid that day.) I just wanted to stare at that arch of flowers and preserve that memory of those flowers. My flowers. An arch that had been decorated just for me. And it’s a good thing because I don’t remember seeing that many pictures of it afterward.
Blue hydrangeas. The mophead ones, like the one pictured above, are the ones I have always had trouble growing. The lace-cap ones, no problem. But the mophead ones, well, I was lucky if I got a single bloom or two on the Blue Nikko plant I bought the summer after we bought a house. I could never figure out if it was one on which you cut the old growth or the new growth, in the spring or fall, to encourage it to come back even stronger the next year.
Blue hydrangeas. It’s been three years since I moved out on my own and began to forge my own path. I remember when I first saw my apartment building, I thought it was meant to be, just because of the blue hydrangea flowers that were in the back courtyard. They also had a white hydrangea bush that looked more like a tree. That was before they took down all the old plants just to re-landscape. Along with many other tenants, I was upset that they would rip out so many gorgeous and health plants. So when they planted the new plants, what did they include? You guessed it, more blue hydrangeas. (I know, it didn’t make any sense to me at the time either. Still doesn’t.)
Blue hydrangeas. When I picture my life in a few years, and what my tiny or small house looks like, it includes blue hydrangeas. I’m not sure if they actually grow on the west coast or in the Pacific Northwest, but there they are in my mind. If I can’t grow them outside, I will find a way to have them in cut bunches on the inside. And they will be plentiful. I will keep the pictures I now hang on my wall which are of blue hydrangeas (big surprise, right?)
I took this photo on the right, just a few days ago. What you need to know about blue hydrangeas in the Northeast is that they usually begin to bloom in June. So, to have one survive as long as it has, with our fluctuating temperatures which have gone as low as the low 30s over the past week, is pretty amazing. I was sad to see this bloom has finally succumbed to the cooler weather, but I know it will the plant will come back next year. I know it will be strong and beautiful.
Associations or memories can overwhelm you if you let them. I could let these beautiful flowers make me unbearably sad if I wanted to, but I choose for that to not be the case. I choose to allow that memory enter my mind only briefly but when it does, to remember how happy I was that day in August 2004. I choose to focus on the simple yet elegant beauty of the bloom. And to elicit thoughts and associations with the beach, with Cape Cod and Martha’s Vineyard, where life seems to move at a slower pace. To elicit thoughts and associations that make me feel at peace. To elicit thoughts of my dream life with my small or tiny house near the ocean.
I make a conscious effort to concentrate on their beauty and my future. Because that’s what you have to do – only you can choose to either feel sad or hopeful or happy. No one can do it for you. The mind is an incredible things that can affect the way you look at the world, so much.
Are there any images that evoke thoughts or memories in your mind in such a way as I have described above? Please leave me a comment below if you have some, and I will be sure to respond.
*This blog post was inspired by a writing prompt about photos and the memories they inspire, from my online writing class, Writing in the Digital Age, led by Tammy Strobel, of Rowdy Kittens blog fame. (Coincidentally (or not?) she has a tattoo of a blue hydrangea.)
** Both of these photos were edited with a free iPhone tool called Snapseed, which I learned about in my digital photography course, Everyday Magic.