A couple of seasons ago, a friend gave me a cutting she’d rooted from an oak-leaf hydrangea. I nurtured it over the winter in its pot and in the spring, planted it in a bed in our front yard just across from the front door. I was so proud of it. Here is how it looked on May 23, 2008:
What the? I have no idea what could have happened to break off the top of the plant, unless there were squirrels chasing each other around and knocked into it. I was devastated.
Over the summer it started to come back and then one day John admitted that there was an “incident” while mowing the lawn and the hydrangea lost another of its appendages. Good grief!
Oh yeah, they’re cute (in a cage) but not in my garden. This guy (girl?) has also been responsible for the devastation inflicted on the “Kaspar” hydrangea planted in the back yard. I dug it up and it’s now in a pot in the “hospital” where it seems to be recovering nicely.
To add insult to injury, this is what the oak-leaf looked like when I got home from work on Friday:
The top, with new growth, was hanging limply. Can you believe this? I’ve never seen such a soap opera in my garden before.
I hope to be able to keep this plant safe until it has enough growth to survive these curses on its own.