Neighborly Hydrangeas
Shortly after arriving in Milano, I had a nesting moment and went out to pull weeds in and around my little courtyard just to tidy it up and make it a little less jungle-like. It’s really a pleasant garden spot in the midst of these 8-story city apartments. It’s tucked in a narrow passage on the north side between two buildings, just an easy stone’s toss from the canal.
This narrow, verdant swath is divided into 6 separate gardens by chicken wire and chainlink. Between my garden and the canal is a plot that’s being torn up and rebuilt as part of a new art gallery going in along the street. (I’ve been hearing jackhammers and sledges start early in the morning as a part of the remodeling.)
Seeing the demolition going on, and seeing the hydrangeas that were just starting to bloom on the other side of the chainlink, I called out to the workers and asked if the flowers were also being torn out. They were unsure of the flowers’ fate. I suggested that it’d be a shame not to cut and enjoy a few of the flowers, and they agreed. I loaned Marco a pair of scissors, and he cut 2 big stems for me.
I made a lovely bouquet of “Neighborly Hydrangeas” rescued from the rubble, arranging them in a “quartino” pitcher (quarter liter) I found in the kitchen cupboard, and placed it on a vintage tray and damask table cloth, also found amidst the house odds-and-ends.
So simple and so beautiful, here in my Italian home-away-from-home.
