As lovely as they may be, I dread them. That's one allergy I KNOW who I inherited it from. When I was a teenager, one Sunday in the summer, someone had brought a big bunch of hydrangea to be the altar flowers. Well, Dad and I were both snuffling, sneezing and blowing our noses so much, we eventually just left church - we felt like we were disrupting the service for everyone else!

We had to apologize and explain to the pastor afterwards that it wasn't a comment on his sermon, honest!

So lovely - but you can HAVE 'em.