The Hydrangeas

A sea of hydrangeas
greeted me like I was a rockstar,
I walked up through the front door,
while they lined up to the side on the ground floor!
I was lucky they never asked for my autograph, 
If they did, at the time, that version would have been just a draft.
I thought I knew myself really really well,
Looking back now, life kept me under a spell.
At the time, I was so convinced that the habitat of happiness was outside of myself,
At the time, I still bought into the theory that I could only be happy if I was loved and wanted by somebody else.
When I first walked into that house, I was still with him,
Such a long time ago, and so much has happened since then.
If I arrived confused and lost,
I usually walked away with a more positive thought.
If I arrived discombobulated,
I usually walked away more centered, less agitated. 
Over a decade, the hydrangeas have been my witnesses,
That house has grown to be my home even though I’ve never lived in it.

June 1, 2026 - seeds provided by #PaintByWords (hydrangea + door)
June 1, 2026 - ripe