Tara Bray wrote this lovely poem about Hydrangeas
sphere of pillowed sky
one faceless gathering of blue
shyly, I want to sit by you
old globe come home
a blue-soft let near the cheek
dozer, I’m tethered, and devoted
to your raw and lonely bloom
my lavish need to drink
your world of crowded cups to fill.
My hydrangea studs are quite bold at 2cm across. To keep them upright I have used a wide brimmed silver stud.