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Blurry, but you get the idea.

2003-2004 was a vicious winter, and it froze the raised bed where quite a large flowering vine with some twee name like "baby's nipples" or "snowfoot-lies-bleeding", can't remember, was rooted. This killed it and all the little hens and chicks around its feet. So, that summer we went looking for a replacement and put in a climbing hydrangea.

There's an old hippie couple two streets down that has one, a huge one, covering the side of their house. Every June, it breaks out in masses of flowers, and, naturally, we saw that and said "want!" They said "Watch out, because there's two varieties. One flowers, the other doesn't, and you might not know which for six or seven years."

So we put one in and it's been patiently growing up the side of the shed, about one to two feet a year. But flowerless for the past eight years. Until yesterday.


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Jun. 9th, 2012 07:39 am (UTC)
Patience is everything...
Jun. 9th, 2012 10:57 am (UTC)
I'm trying not to read anything superstitious into it. But it was the same winter Cara Sposa's dad died. Then both my parents in the next three years. I'm only really feeling like we're coming out of it now. So the timing is appropriate.
Jun. 9th, 2012 02:52 pm (UTC)
Good ;o)
Jun. 9th, 2012 08:09 am (UTC)
A nice reward, I'd say.
Jun. 9th, 2012 10:59 am (UTC)
I've got to say, it's nice living in one place long enough that you can do some of these multi-year efforts and actually see some reward at the end.
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