This Hydrangea macrophylla is a more or less large shrub. It's size depends on watering in the summer, freezing cold in the winter and the all season ready scissors of my mother. Since my parents built there house in 1986 this eye catcher right in front of our house is a very spoilt plant. I actually like it, because of the many blossoms and their constant changing of color during the aging process. Because is blooming in a bright pink, it must be growing on an alkaline soil (pH above 7). I never tried to find out, what my mother does or does not in the garden. Because I'm damned sure, we wouldn't agree about it. Since my mother became severe ill in summer 2015, we tried our best to keep her beloved garden in some state of "nice" but failed completely. In the end she decided to size down and let a gardener reduce and cut down a lot of plants. It must have been a hard decision for her. I’m glad that the Hydrangea survived this radical "plantozid", because it is such a beauty.
I took a lot of pictures over the years, but this two pictures I like most. I like them for this little bit of imperfection of the blossoms and because of the change of color of the aged almost dry blossoms.