I spent a lot of time hanging out around the hydrangea yesterday.

My huge Oakleaf Hydrangea is cover in gloriously aromatic blooms.

It is abuzz with bees and many other types of flyers.

I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent as I listened to the hum.

The Oakleaf Hydrangea has blooms about a foot long which blush pink as they age.

The bract-like, sterile flowers serve as umbrellas to protect the pollen and shade the pollinators.

They are like tiny parasols for the blizzard like blooms underneath.

I watched as the bees flew into the blizzard and emerged loaded with pollen.

It looked like a foam party made of meringue. It smelled like one, too.

The Oakleaf hydrangea is a busy place these days.

That’s where you will find me and the bees.

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