When the Endless Summer™ hydrangea made its first appearance here in Chicagoland, it created quite a buzz. Everyone rushed out to get this wonder plant, bred in Minnesota for our climate, and spent the summer watching and waiting. Then the next and the next. The “Moonies”, my coffeehouse friends, gifted me with several hydrangea as a housewarming gift when we moved here to the Cutoff. One was Endless Summer, and one was called Blushing Bride.
The plants were tucked safely into the soil and watered with care. We fended off the marauding deer, the frigid midwestern winters they were bred for, and the endless periods without rain. We did this for five years, with each year bringing but three or four blooms.
Folks around these parts started to grumble, as did I, and the Endless Summer was referred to as the Endless Disappointment . . .
. . . until this year.