And now some Colour

I took a cutting of a hydrangea two years ago. A hydrangea in my mother's front yard that had been sitting there forever. Forever = since my first communion in 1971 (my mother told me later it was a present; I didn't know that).

However: Stuck the cutting in some soil on the balcony.  Last year it had one flower. This year I'm counting four. 

I wish everything I touch would grow that well...

Monday. I was very tired all day after getting less than two hours of sleep last night.

19:15; 16,5°C and a few drops