So. Moving on from the Great Geranium Disaster of earlier this week,

can we just take a minute and drool over my Hydrangea?

Since transplanting it in a less awkward space mere weeks after moving into 1187 it has done, well, not a whole lot. 

One single bloom a year. And that's all.

Not that I am or was complaining. It could have done nothing. It could have died.

But this year?

Wow, right.

I don't know if it simply took three seasons to finally establish itself in it's new location or it likes the Acid Fertilizer I started using this spring but whatever the case I couldn't be happier.

The thing is, though, it used to be blue. And as you can see that is changing. "They" say it is no easy task turning a blue Hydrangea, pink.

But I'm not so convinced. Because I did nothing. Except move it three feet. And if that's not the epitome of easy I don't know what is.

The Acid Fertilizer I am using should, in theory, take it back into the blue-range.

But, you know, we'll see...