

I met Penny over 15 years ago at a GA Perennial Plant Assoc. meeting. Wanting a good seat I plopped next to a woman I didn't know, Penny. We talked before the meeting, and long after the meeting. She ended by inviting me to lunch the next day. The day I drove up her driveway.
.
A view of Penny's deck, below.

.
Penny received 2 hydrangea plants amongst many flowers after her daughter died. She wasn't much of a gardener. Her backyard was mostly ivy but she did plant the hydrangeas.
.
And she tended them. Soon she was making babies with them. Putting a brick or rock on a branch, holding it to the ground, until it rooted. Transplanting the new plants to fill up her garden. Making more & more of her babies. Soon she was gardening all the time. Pathways, ponds, focal points, a larger deck with a gazebo for dining & more. Everything engulfed in a sea of blue mophead hydrangeas.
.
Neighbors began to talk about Penny's garden. Talk got so far it went to Southern Living magazine. When they shot her garden it made the cover.
.
Penny began lecturing about hydrangeas to garden clubs, then flower shows, then symposiums. She opened Hydrangea Heaven to garden club tours & meetings. Her garden was more incredible than any of the spectacular pictures taken of it. To experience the combination of Penny & Hydrangea Heaven together was to intuitively take in the fact that you wanted this for yourself. You wanted what Penny had. A life of joy lived amongst beauty.
.
Remember where it began. Her daughter was murdered.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.You know I'll write more about Penny, I haven't even taken us to that first lunch. When I began writing this post I only knew it was time to finally write about Penny. She died March 2, 2006. Now I realize it's not an accidental posting. Today is Penny's birthday.
.
Garden & Be Well, XO Tara