Subscribe today for your FREE copy of… FACING YOUR FEARS – 31 STORIES FROM M.O.M. In a shadowed corner of the house, outside by the side door, sits my hydrangea plant under a tree. Light cannot penetrate the plant’s leaves as it should to soak up the radiance of the sun because of the overhanging of the tree. I say plant because it totally lacks the definition of bush. I nicknamed him Herman. Don’t ask me why. I haven’t a clue. The soil under the tree must be bad. None of the plants …
