Blue-rinsed and perm-headed
hydrangea matrons
eavesdrop our conversation.
At least, that was my first thought.
But when I loaded the photos to the computer and looked again, I decided they were more like those dreadful flowery bathing caps we used wear in the Sixties.
So now I’m wondering how whether the blue and the pink bushes were two competing teams warming up for a display of snchronised swimming – although quite how they were expecting to manage it in the mountains of central Spain, I’m not sure.
don't confuse the narrator 
My family every time say that I am killing my time here at net, except I know I am getting familiarity everyday by
reading such pleasant posts.
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I love the idea of hydrangeas as blue-rinsed matrons. The ones in my garden aren’t so neat or brightly coloured. I’m afraid I let them run wild! They’re more like bag ladies!
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I think the ones in this instance were quite tidy and gossipy, like the hairdresser’s Wednesday morning OAP specials, but you’re right: they don’t always seem so well-coiffed.
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