Who can duplicate that color?
The young bushes which I won't disturb.
In the shade of a Crepe Myrtle.
My art studio in the background and two young Hydrangea bushes in front of the fence. Gardening reminds me of when I was young and small. Playing outside in the dirt. I loved it. I played so hard, all day in the summer. I had friends. We all played. We worked at it. Life was good. I had my trials, which we'll talk about later, I'm sure. But today is about my hydrangeas, or God's. And they bless my heart.
Who can duplicate that color?
The young bushes which I won't disturb.
In the shade of a Crepe Myrtle.
My art studio in the background and two young Hydrangea bushes in front of the fence. Gardening reminds me of when I was young and small. Playing outside in the dirt. I loved it. I played so hard, all day in the summer. I had friends. We all played. We worked at it. Life was good. I had my trials, which we'll talk about later, I'm sure. But today is about my hydrangeas, or God's. And they bless my heart. 
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