A couple of weeks ago while out junkin' in my town I came across this lovely over-sized kitchen jar filled to the brim with aging Hydrangeas. I love decorating with REAL flowers, dried or fresh, and couldn't wait to display my latest find inside a pretty little cloche.
Now...I make no secret about the fact that I do NOT have a green thumb. I long to...I try to...but, no matter how much I water, don't water, follow planting directions, shade, sun and soil recommendations, etc., I continually FAIL to produce a lovely floral harvest. My flowering plants and shrubs look good, sometimes even great at first bloom...but after just a short time they look, well...crummy. I even struggle to keep some alive.
It is so depressing.
And so I have a tendency to put the BLAME on my beloved state of Oklahoma and her ever changing weather.
This make me feel better.
That is...until I peek at my neighbor's flourishing landscapes and then I get even more depressed.
Again the word "FAIL" (yes, in big, bold letters) comes to mind!
So...when I found these lovely (and nearly perfect) dried petals I got the wonderful idea to take a cutting from a couple of my plants in my suffering garden... I was more excited than I can tell you! I carefully snipped away two pretty and deep pink Hydrangea heads and brought them inside to dry.
I didn't do anything fancy as I HAD HEARD they will just dry naturally.
Well...this is what I got! Two shriveled up little tuffs of grayish-purple petals.
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!
Can somebody HELP ME??
Quick! SAVE ME!
