I marvel at this hydrangea (or hydrania, as one of Alan’s rooftop gardening friends calls them): It sits in a pot on the sidewalk next to West 11th Street. Sends up shoots in the spring, grows prettily through April, May, and June and looks as if it might just bloom, and then July hits: Wilt wilt wilt. Maybe its owner goes away for the summer or maybe he or she just forgets, but this little plant does not get cared for. This summer I will engage in some coffee-can guerrilla watering and feeding.
And it may be facing further challenges from the scaffolding erected over it as work is done on the apartment building next door.