We’ve been having a bit of a hydrangea-fest here recently. Over the last couple of years my partner has become more and more interested in growing them and we’ve been visiting gardens in both Britain and France to see more.
What’s surprised me is what a wide range of colours, sizes and forms we’ve seen even within the same species. Apart from those already dotted around the garden, we’ve got fingers crossed about 50 cuttings sitting in cold frames which we hope will be ready to join them next year.
It set me thinking about where hydrangeas came from, how they reached our gardens and have been hybridised and developed,
and why they still have a somewhat rather dour reputation summed up in a poem by Moniza Alvi
“The hydrangeas are massing
in gardens cherished by aunts
Grimly ornamental, by tiled paths…”










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