I doubt if anyone caught the fact that I changed the plant belonging to my Aunt from Hydrangea to Hibiscus after it was up for several hours. Hydrangeas get so big, I don’t know if anyone brings them inside for the winter.
I do have a story about Hydrangeas, though. My Mom had several around their house. I guess they loved the spot because they flourished with big flowers each spring. As I remember, they were white. Maybe a light purple.
Anyway, we decided we wanted a start. Plants had started up all around the main plant so we dug up a big clump with a nice start.
We planted it out by the barn. Each year it got bigger but no blooms. Something didn’t seem right about it, but I didn’t think too much about it. We were standing out by it one spring, by then it was higher than our heads. Dan got to looking at it and said, “No wonder it hasn’t bloomed, this is a mulberry tree.”
I guess a bird planted a mulberry in among the Hydrangeas and it survived the transplant and the Hydrangea start did not. I think we cut down that tree the same day. Looking back on that incident, I feel pretty stupid. On the other hand, it amazes me how it all happened without us figuring it out. Dan knows trees. The power of suggestion is strong.