Hydrangea touches me like no other. More than orchid, calla lily, and hyacinth (all captivating in my book). There's just something about hydrangea. I mean it just fucking takes my breath away.
If i sought insight in floriography, i'd deem myself more appreciative of empathy than fertility, beauty, and remorse. Wow. There may be some truth and wisdom in that. Although, gimme purple hyacinth any day (and twice on Sunday), cuz sorrow i can always dig.
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