I’m looking forward to getting into my wild garden this weekend for some frenzied weeding and general taming, but I have to admit that I’m a little afraid of the hostas in the shade garden. These are plants that I inherited so I’ve never been particularly predisposed towards them, but they are so thoroughly rooted that I’ve never considered taking them out. I don’t even know their varieties, I’m embarrassed to say: I pay them no mind whatsoever except for a few hours in July or August when I snip off their less-than-impressive flowers. I have the generic shiny dark green plants (none of those variegated ones that you see everywhere, thank goodness), and then the less common greenish blue variety, which are always large but GIGANTIC this particular year: these are the ones that are intimidating me at present.
I will admit that the advantages of this particular hosta are its relative resistance to slugs, who seem to prefer the shinier varieties, and its flowers, which are a bit more delicate: an odd juxtaposition as the leaves are tough. Perhaps the slugs are fearful as I am! I’ve included a shot of the garden looking west towards Hamilton Hall, so you can see how wild it is at present: I’ve got my work cut out for me.
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