My parents sent these flowers years ago to M when his grandmother died – they were in the chapel at her funeral, and made the trip back with us when we returned home. They rode alongside a very young E – a fortunate little girl who was able to meet and know three of her four grandmothers. We transplanted them from pot to garden immediately, the flowers slowly faded, and the plant itself didn’t seem to appreciate the move. For a few years we kept looking for signs of life beyond a few green leaves, but it wasn’t until last year that the flowers appeared – just a few, and just a few weeks before the new baby arrived. This year we discovered that the tiny little hydrangea plant had actually been growing more sideways than up – it still appears smallish, but when the flowers burst through they appeared throughout the planting bed – intertwined with the much larger neighboring plants. They are stunning this year, and abundant. Margaret’s flowers, the baby’s namesake, have come back just for her.