Song Sung Blue

Hello lovely lovelies♡ I hope your week was a pleasant one. Mine was. A week with chilly autumnal mornings,  smiles of sunshine, warm Indian Summer days with a little rain thrown in for good measure; more hexie sewing....and enjoying capturing oodles of happy snaps........♡

Summer. It has left my little part of the world but oh, how lovely it was.  The echoes of summer days are still with me.  The bright and vivid colours of the dahlias and cosmos are still singing a song, albeit a wistful song whose tunes will soon fade away. But it is the harmonious melody of blues of the hydrangeas which sing the sweetest tune to me. A calming, melodic song which has been crooning since December and the strains will be heard until May. Though I adore all flowers, it is the hydrangeas which will always make my heart beat just that little bit faster.

The blue of summer hydrangeas are now wondrously beginning to transform into beautiful muted autumnal hues. The miracle of the autumn hydrangeas. As I look outside my sewing room window it is the soft song of autumn that is playing. The hydrangeas have taken on another life changing into earthy, vintage-like hues for which hydrangeas are acclaimed. Pale blue into green, deep blue into wine, lilac and mauve into plum, maroon into currant.....all are gorgeous. Some shrouded in veil-like, silky spider webs. So, so pretty.

To some the colour blue is associated with a feeling of sadness, with a feeling of ho-hum. For me the colour blue makes me happy, joyful, peaceful; fills me with a sense of calm. Blue has been my favourite since....well.....forever.

Springtime always explodes with yellows, blues, purples, pinks and oranges; a succession of flower after flower bursting on the flower scene but quickly passing. It is the summer garden filled with hydrangeas that linger month after month, casting contentment around our humble abode. Why, here in my little corner it is 'The Land of The Blue Flower'.  I bought a little blue book by Frances Hodgson Burnett ages ago and found it sitting in the bookcase this week. If I remember correctly I bought it because it was a little book with a blue cover and with the perfect title, The Land of The Blue Flower. Any book with a title such as this had to come home with me....a gal whose favourite colour is blue and whose little plot of land is covered in blue hydrangeas. =) Shallow gal that I am, I oftentimes purchase a book purely because of  the title and the cover/binding which envelope the pages within. Though I must say in this case it is a sweet little story, a fairy tale, where a land and its people are transformed by the planting of magical blue flowers everywhere. Mmm.....I feel as if  I'm a character straight from the pages of this sweet book. =)

This week I fashioned a few more hexies. Alas, not a lot, but then those of you who love to make hexies, know it is never a fast process; is it?? Especially when a lot of the hexies require fussy cutting. But that's okay as I am never one who is in a hurry for a quilt to be finished. I am still finding more fabrics with different floral patterns. Surprisingly, thus far there are no repeats, though I am certain soon there will be. More flowery hexies in pinks, purples, peachy oranges, apricots.......and blues, of course.

Hexies hanging on a ric rac line....again. Though, to be fair, the  view......the backdrop.....is different.

We intuit colour. Each one of us has a penchant for a certain colour or colours. I wonder what colour or indeed colours, make your heart sing?? So many colours in all their variations of tones make me smile, but it is the hue blue which will always sing the most lyrical of songs. I have read "the hydrangea represents gratitude, grace and beauty, radiating abundance because of the lavish number of flowers and the generous round shape. It's colours symbolises love, harmony and peace." Who am I to disagree??!!  So, so very thankful, every day for this little patch of God's sweet earth hugged by blue, blue hydrangeas. 

Summer has gone and the hydrangea song, sung blue, with it. This week I have picked armfuls of blue hydrangeas, those which still have the appearance of summery blues, ones where autumn has not sprinkled it's magic upon them. They now sit in vases where over the next few months they will hopefully dry into beautiful earthy hues. Some have already done so. Some do, some don't. There is no rhyme or reason why some are successful and some are not. It is one of life mysteries to me. For the time being though, as I sit  and look out my windows on this Sunday, and a little hand stitching is enjoyed; I will listen to the song sung blue, throughout my day.

Oh....I almost forgot.....I picked an armful of pretty, blue hydrangeas just for you♡ May your Sunday be filled with your favourite colour♡

Until the next time..........