Old-fashioned flowers

I love hydrangeas. For me they are a yesteryear plant (or are they a ‘shrub’?). Even at their best they look a bit time-worn and faded, which of course is part of their charm. They always seem to feature in family snapshots of proud parents and grandparents holding (more like brandishing, really) a baby aloft, in a front garden. Because people used to have front gardens that took more than three paces to walk through, and boasted flowers and grass, not the tiny patches of weed infested tarmac littered with four different kinds of refuse and recycling bins we have now.  Back to the hydrangea. Lovely flower. Here’s a card….