Hostas Gone Wild
Can you believe these hostas? They are in full sun -- which they're not supposed to like. I keep begging somebody to come and split them and take some away. (Afraid my black thumb will surface even on such obviously healthy plants as these if I do it myself). I now have promises for fall. Three people are coming to rescue me, tame my wild hostas, and start a garden of their own. These plants haven't even grown the shoots for the flowers yet. They'll be shoulder high by the time the flowers shoots start. I'll get a crick in my neck looking up at the flowers. M1 demonstrates how large they are!
The pots are healthy too, in spite of a late start.
M helped water them on Sunday.
6 comments:
I wished I lived close to you - my hostas aren't getting as big as I want them to and I have them in the shade! Blessings, marlene
Your flowers are beautiful. Seems the only plants that will strive around me are silk!
Nice greenery!
I look forward to having a garden one day...
BG
Don't you just love seeing something thrive that technically shouldn't? I think it is a lovely reminder of the grace of God. So often I find myself thinking "no way can I do this, or will I make it," and under normal circumstance (or relying on myself) I wouldn't. But our God is a BIG GOD!
What a lovely spiritual application!! Why didn't I think of that?
How nice~wish I could come take some!
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