I think my love of hydrangeas just might be genetic.
I have for many years bought my grandmother blue hydrangeas for Mother's Day. It's probably been five or more years that I have done this. Each year, she plants the hydrangeas in her yard for them to bloom the next year. This year, of course, I bought the hydrangeas on Wednesday before Mother's Day and had them sitting on my table until it was time to part with them. I have loved blue hydrangeas for years, years and years. If I imagine my dream home, there are a row of blue hydrangea bushes full and lush along the garden walkway.
I got a call from my mother on the Friday before Mother's Day. She said that Grandma was staring out the window and said, "You know what I would like? I would like this whole side of the house to have beautiful hydrangea plants growing there."
Smile.
So maybe it is in my genes. My love of ice tea came from her. My love of rhubarb. My love of swinging on a porch swing. My love of blue hydrangeas. I don't really know if it's genetic. Scientists probably couldn't prove it. And maybe it's because I love her so much that I love all of these things. But the thing is, I didn't know that she loved blue hydrangeas until I bought them for her that first year and she told me :)