I love hostas, or do you call them funkias? In our little "Village" (subdivision) there was a green leaf with white middle stripe variety that was very popular. Everybody had them. My neighbor gave some to me and they did OK but not great. After a few years a solid green mutant leaf sprang out. I pulled it off but it kept coming back. Eventually, its persistence paid off. I divided that green part out to keep my striped variety looking even and planted the dark variety elsewhere. It took off. The full shade could not kill it. Flooding could not kill it! I divided it and divided it and friends asked for it so I divided it some more. Now it's everywhere in my yard because even my ungreen thumb can't kill it. Is there a lesson here?
the lesson is persistence, all of us need that despite our environment. i'm still laughing about all the money and efforts i spent to get a garden of stinky flowers that i planned on cutting and putting on my table to decorate my house. needed to do a little more research on that one. i'm not a green thumb either.
ReplyDeleteOne favor, please?! Bottle some of that energy of yours and send it to me. Those plants are absolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful hostas, and not a slug hole in sight! How do you do it, or aren't you plagued by by slugs and snails like we are?
ReplyDeleteI love hostas, too, despite their tendency to multiply like rabbits. I have them along three sides of the house. I don't care for their blossoms though, do you?
ReplyDeleteI did read that slugs love hostas but so far we've been OK. I don't see a lot of slugs around. The flowers are OK... not a huge fan of them but I'm happy to see any kind of flower anywhere on anything. I think multiplying like rabbits is what enables them to survive my gardening skills.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your friend's response to the quote on my blog. I think Hanh is a beautiful writer (because he is a beautiful thinker) and turn to him all the time for insight.
ReplyDeleteI was admiring your hosta photo the other day. My grandmother loved the plant and had it all over her yard. When she died, my father took some from the garden. It proliferated, and he gave plants to my sister and to me when we got places of our own. I think of my gram whenever I see it. So thanks for recalling this association for me via your blog. God bless.