Showing posts with label garden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label garden. Show all posts

Monday, April 29, 2013

Hostas: Made in the Shade!

I'm getting the spring itch.  Even though we had a crazy wind and dust storm on Saturday.   Even though it just finished hailing, thundering and lightning.  Even though it is snowing right now.    The weather is changing; moaning and groaning it's way into spring.

Some of my perennials are starting to peek through.  And as usual, I'm flustered with what to do with my flowerbeds.  But this year, I think I've made a decision.  After years of spending way too much money, both  on perennials and on annuals, I'm going to go for a lush mulit type hosta bed out front where it's mostly shady.  And I'm gonna quit digging them up each year and moving them around and give them a good chance to grow.  I might stick in an annual here and there for a splash of color, but mostly thick and lush hostas is what I'm going for.  Something like this:



Sigh.  That just makes me smile!  I even want to put a curve into my beds like that.  They are just so squared off and old-fashioned out front.  Curves is where it's at!  I just love hostas!  So many types of leaves, so many variations of color, so tropical looking!  Just clicking through this site of literally hundreds of varieties makes my heart flutter!   I may even look for one like this:

Photo courtesy via pinterest here

Holy Hosta, Batman!  Is that not wonderful?  I'd be the talk of the neighborhood!  Where do I get me one of those?

 My mind's made up!  Hostas it is!

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

It's Not My Fault. Really.

This?


This is all her fault. At least that is what I told hubby.


All because of this post, I thought I'd go looking too. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

And I found one. Half price is the same as buy one, get one. Right?

Of course with the money saved, I just had to have this cute wrought iron stand. I mean, the flowers do need somewhere to sit, don't they? At 2/3 off, really, how on earth could I pass it by. I heart wrought iron. And like I said, none of this is my fault. Really.

And you know what? I'm not sorry at all.