Thursday, May 20, 2010


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.

I never knew their names and I'm not enough of a hosta fancier to worry over not knowing.

I like the ones with blended colors like a water color painting.

And the ones with textured, crinkled leaves.

The more white the better.

This was my first hosta. Very old fashioned and common.