I can’t have a vegetable garden because my yard backs up to a golf course. They have rules. If you’ve ever played golf this will not surprise you. It’s a sport notorious for rules. I can’t have a swing set, a clothes line, a fence or a shed either. I’m cool with that. I’m happy not to have to stare at some neighbor kid’s towering plastic rainbow tube slide. I teetered that totter 15 years ago. I have an utterly snobby, no-plastic rule in my yard.
And I acknowledge that vegetable gardens can look a bit unruly. Zucchini vines sprawled over the ground like clothes across the floor of a teenager’s bedroom, is a look that doesn’t fit a typical golfer’s idea of country club living. So as much as I would love to grow watermelon and a few rows of sweet corn, I remain compliant. With the exception of an espaliered apple tree, a single basil plant in a pot is the extent of my home-grown produce.
So for the last few years my fall harvest consists of ‘Limelight’ hydrangea blossoms. And while there is no recipe for hydrangea pie, or baked hydrangea bread, I am able to feed my insatiable appetite for beauty. And for me that is more than satisfying.
I just shape my shrub a little, strip the leaves off the stems and poke them into floral foam.
If you cut Limelight blossoms earlier in the summer they dry to a beautiful soft cream color. If you wait until they blush a little pink in the fall they keep that look as they dry.