I think it’s possible that you can’t kill a Hosta unless you dig it up and throw it in a trash can. Otherwise, they seem to be impermeable to weather, drought, flood and getting eaten by miscellaneous wild creatures.
We had a few Hosta when we moved into this house. I moved them to a sunnier location and they have thrived ever since.
There are also some large violet leaves mixed in. Violets — at least the wild ones — are also unkillable.
NOTES FOR THE HUNGRY:
Hostas are edible when young and sheltering when older. … In fact, the Japanese have been eating hostas safely for centuries. Known as urui, they’re commonly boiled, fried in tempura or eaten raw. With a flavor reminiscent of lettuce and asparagus, they can easily be substituted in salads.
I’m sure they are best when they are fresh and not when they’ve had a whole summer to turn to leather.
Last year, it almost died. I don’t know what did it. The winter? The long, cold, icy spring? Some combination of that? But it barely grew at all.
I was shocked. As far as I know, you cannot kill Hosta. It is permanent. Endurable. Grows in sun, grows in shade, grows anywhere you put it. Gets so big, you have to separate it to give it room to breathe.
So this year, when it magically reappeared — big leaves in all its many shapes and colors — I was relieved. Maybe last year it was dividing itself from being too crowded in its bed.
It didn’t rain today. It wasn’t sunny, except for a couple of minutes. Here and there, a few moments of sunny. But given that they are predicting even more rain this weekend, I went and took some pictures. Cloudy today, but who knows? Cloud burst tomorrow?
There will be more flowers coming soon. May is the month of flowers in this region. In a week, maybe two, the day lilies and spider-wort will be blooming and soon, the roses.
If we are very lucky, we won’t also be crawling with caterpillars.
When we bought this house 16 years ago, there were a few hosta growing near the house. Over the years, I have separated and divided them and we have four or five kinds of hosta in the woods, in the garden, and it just keeps growing.
Sun, rain, drought. Through snow and ice, late and early spring. You can’t stop the hosta. It’s the stainless steel of the plant world.
Speaking of unstoppable — there’s also the holly. It was a little bush when we moved. Soon, very soon, it was big bush. Now, it’s a massive shrub with surprising sharp thorny leaves that wants to rule the world. It may succeed.
You can see the berries forming. In a couple of weeks, the bush will be covered with them, which will make the birds happy. It’s ironic that the berries are long gone by Christmas, when they are the symbol of the season.
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