It’s impossible to be sad when the summer blues are here. Even on cloudy days, you can see blue skies in these hydrangea flowers. Their centers look like baby suns, beaming happiness no matter what the weather; their white veins, wispy cirrus clouds, floating weightlessly across endless blue sky petals.
That is so lovely. Daniel, you are multi-talented. I never knew you were a poet until I started reading “a man and his hoe”!
Marcia