Wednesday, January 6, 2010
A dried Hydrangea blossom. It looks like it belongs in the compost. We have a huge tree in the front of our yard that easily produces over a 100 blossoms in the fall. During the winter they dry, break off, and the wind blows them across the yard. Eventually they make their way behind hedges, evergreens, or the John Deere sucks them up in the Spring.
Puppy Melissa has many many toys, but dried hydrangea blossoms are this weeks favorite.
She sees them dancing on the snow
She sniffs them
She drags them
She carries them
She runs with them
She pounces on them
She then looks for more.
The simple joys of being a puppy.