I exited the doors after my physical therapy session this morning
and found the groundsman hard at work.
The back of his pick up truck was loaded with hydrangea cuttings...
and he was still at work in one of the flower beds.
Timidly I inquired if the hydrangeas were already spoken for.
He seemed a little puzzled by my question
and not unhappy that I helped myself to an armful!
Upon arriving home, I unloaded them onto a rusted chair.
I'm not sure WHAT I'll do with them.
They look quite nice just the way they are.