So, sometime in April I added to a planting bed which I filled with plants and starts of plants from elsewhere in the yard. I've had some failures, but this beauty, which came from the mess I call my nursery, is definitely a success. Its kind of a cool story.
When my mom was moving three years ago, I took a couple of feeder starts off her huge hydrangea and placed them in an area of rich soil in my back, back yard (back yard is behind the house while the back, back yard is the often neglected half an acre expanse beyond the creek and treeline, which I'm going to get to someday). For two years they sat, sad solitary sticks with just a few leaves. This year, they looked better. They were starting to branch out and I decided it was time to try and move a few of them. I took two, put them together to get a better shaped bush, and placed them in the sunny new spot I had chosen. Three weeks later I had about a dozen buds.
This thing is beautiful. I guess I could call it a successful double transplant.
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