I Was a Bad Child

All my life there’s been a hydrangea bush in my mother’s yard. It’s the old-fashioned kind, stalks, green leaves, puffy white flowers. When I was a very small child I wanted to know why it didn’t have blue or purple flowers like so many we’d pass in the street did.

Now I know you’re going to find this hard to believe but I was one of those children who always asked, “But why?” The answer of because that’s how that particular plant grows was not acceptable. I persisted until my mother finally told me it was because the soil where those other plants were had more iron in it.

Ah, something I could work with. One day, after much pondering of the situation, I snuck off to my father’s workshop in the basement where he did his woodworking projects. I collected up all his nuts and bolts, screws, nails, and washers. I took them outside and sprinkled them throughout the stalks of the hydrangea bush. I was sure come the following spring it would bloom the prettiest shade of blue imaginable.

Needless to say I was wrong. The bush is still there and it’s still got the same puffy white flowers. My dad? He might have been mad when he discovered all his containers were empty had he not been fighting so hard not to laugh at my explanation.

Tour de France Update -

Winner Stage 11, July 16 - Arvesen, Norway

Overall Leader - Cadel Evans, Australia

Bron - Mouse is holding his own, thanks!