I like hosta, especially this time of year. In May the leaves are still perfect. No tears or holes from wind and slugs. No brown sunburned edges.
In August, I would happily waive my magic wand and have all the battered and tattered leaves disappear until next May.
Most of my hosta were give to me by friends and family.
And the ones with textured, crinkled leaves.
This was my first hosta. Very old fashioned and common.