I have every kind of hosta you can imagine. Blue, elephant ear, lime green, green tipped, green striped, white flowering, and purple flowering. I could be considered a hosta hoarder, really.
Many of my hostas have sentimental value. (Stop being Judgy Judgerson, ok? Hostas ARE special!)
I have my "Fosler Hostas" that came from my all time favorite neighbor, Mrs. Fosler, who was selfish enough to move to assisted living to be closer to her family!
Then you have the "Kasten Hostas" from our shared backyard neighbors. (Similar to our "shared" treehouse)
I have the "Robbie Hostas" that I won in a foot race down my street with neighbor/fellow hosta lover, Robbie.
My all time favorites are the "Daddy Hostas" that I transplanted with my dad, landscaping guru. I will always have fond memories of yard work with my pops - him grumbling like the dad in A Christmas Story.
"*&^$#! Everybody thinks they're a &^%$##!-ing landscape expert these days...@$@%!"
"Why can't she just leave this **&^&%-ing yard alone*&%$ until my %$#@-ing visits??"
"Stop right there! You are killing the &^%$-ing hostas!"
Now that I have been spotted up close and personal, taking pictures of my little angels, I thought I would share some hosta love...
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