This image is why I love this hydrangea this time of year. Its colors, faded in the way that says elegance, beauty, simplicity, demonstrate nature’s unique design talent. Too, the branch says aging can be beautiful, and the dings and wrinkles are just natural consequences of time and life.
I grow more than a dozen hydrangeas – mopheads, paniculatas, oakleafs – but none with blooms that color up like this in autumn.
I first saw this color in the fall of 1987 on the Isle of Wight. Back home in America, I tried for years to find that plant, without knowing its name; I only knew the delicious color that made me stop and stare. I could have described the plant to a nursery owner, but I wanted to find it on my own, just as I happened to see it when Lyn and I walked across the countryside that chilly October day.
At last, I found it. Eight years ago. Thus began an annual ritual of photographing these blended colors that just get better with age. Like fine wine.