I could be wrong, but this seems like the largest version yet of this hosta. It was here when we moved in, so I have no idea how long it’s been around. I suspect all the rain we’ve been having has contributed to its extra-large status.
I think about dividing it, but it’s the oldest hosta around here and I sort of don’t want to mess with it. It’s earned its size.
I did some bramble trimming yesterday, but it involved a bit too much bending over to gather up all the branches. (Doesn’t everything involved with gardening involve too much bending?) But it was such a beautiful day and I wanted and needed to be outside doing something.
I also had to put a low wire fence that I had stashed in the shed around the big garden bed because someone (I’m talking to you groundhog-who-lives-next-door) has been munching on some plants. We’ll see if it makes any difference. I’ve seen this guy at work and he’s quite agile. Thinks nothing of standing on his hind legs to reach up and pull a tall plant toward him.
Much of the rest of my time was spent on the glider, basking in the sights and sounds of a (finally!) beautiful spring day – lots of birdsong, lots of green. Even though the lilacs are slowly fading, their scent is still strong.
Reading on the porch is one of my favorite things to do, but I’m easily distracted by everything around me. How can I not be?
We watched Moonstruck last night. It’s a perfect little gem. As many times as I’ve seen it, it seems fresh and new each time I see it again.
We’re off to Rick and Doug’s for some brunch this morning. Rain later today. But right now, as I write this post, it’s sunny.
Happy Sunday.