The hostas in my front yard flowerbed are an assortment I've gathered over the years. Some are transplants from a friend’s garden, some were split and moved from my backyard, some were purchased from a gardening neighbor who splits his hostas each Spring and then sells the splits for an absurdly low price. This patch came from the friend and have grown quite nicely. So determined in fact, that one has even split through the steps.
Any normal person would cut this plant out so that the steps remain secure. I am not normal and think of this little plant as the little hosta that could. So it stays (and the steps are just fine, so there is no cause for worry). This is yet another example of my insane affection for hosta plants. With this much beauty to behold, who could be sorry?
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