There’s not much flowering here at the moment, so here’s “one I prepared earlier” — a hydrangea in the Christchurch Botanic Gardens (with a little painterly editing).
New growth on the smaller of my road-trip hydrangeas. Image: Su Leslie 2020
The hydrangea bushes (well, full-sized plant and little stem) brought back from Whanganui are both looking healthy and have new growth.
New flowers on the larger road-trip hydrangea. Image: Su Leslie 2020
Not quite knowing how to care for my gifted plants, I’ve read and tried to follow advice both online and in print. For now, it seems that lavish amounts of attention and water have been enough.
A belated contribution to the Ragtag Daily Prompt | hope
It rained so hard during my over-night stop in Turangi that the hydrangea bucket was in danger of overflowing (never mind the river less than 100 metres from my room).
Despite (or maybe because) of the drenching, the plants looked much healthier in the morning and survived the journey home.
I’ve potted the smaller one. It looks a bit wonky with one large flower-head hanging off the side, but there is another, quite robust-looking stem growing straight.
Hydrangea One — the mother-plant — is still bucketed and seems to be doing fine. Now I just have to find a suitable space in the garden for her.
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My new plant and cutting looked much fresher this morning, after an overnight soak in their bucket. And thanks to the kindly hotelier providing some oversized plastic bags to keep the roots moist, they have made it to my next stop looking only a little limp.
I’m hoping another soak in the bucket, along with some of the abundant rain that’s falling, will keep them alive. I’m in a lodge with garden access, so they can pretend to be at home, rather than a hotel bathroom.
And the chrysanthemums — they’re a gift from my step-mother too, but the vanity was barely big enough for the hydrangeas, so they spent last night in the shower cubicle.
I visited my dad and stepmother today. Seeing how lovely their garden is looking, I confessed to a little hydrangea envy. My stepmother promptly produced a shovel and insisted I dig out a small bush to take home. She then took a cutting from a second hydrangea to give me as well.
I’m spending tonight and tomorrow night in (different) hotels, and I’ve never transported hydrangeas before. They’re spending tonight in a bucket of water in the bathroom, but have a fairly long (and bumpy) car ride tomorrow before I can get them back into the bucket.
Umberto Eco once wrote an essay called ‘How to Travel with a Salmon.’ I’m hoping the hydrangea proves a more rewarding — and less expensive — travelling companion.