If you own a hosta, or know someone who does, you’re on your way to a free hosta (or two, or three, or….)
My very first hosta was inherited when I bought my first house in Long Island, NY. The yard was nicely landscaped – nothing fancy, but well-kept. I first discovered this thing called ‘hosta’ when I started caring for the yard in the spring.
The first lesson I learned was that hostas are very forgiving plants. They are like the Christmas fruitcake that lasts in your pantry for a few months before you find it in your heart to compost it (not that I recommend storing hostas in your pantry, but you get my meaning…)