I've got quite a few Hostas some I know the name of and some I don't. Like RF mine are in pots, can't seem to keep them in the ground, not sure why. Anyway, they live in pots on a raised, very dry, shadey area in my garden that I just can't grow anything in. Pics to follow
"The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of birds for mirth; one is nearer god's heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth."
I've seen that site Chuckles - he has a very good range of hostas. I've got 2 so far - fried banana and venus. I quite like the sound of frozen margarita and tortilla chip ;D I am going on names for hostas! They are headed for a very shady strip of garden that is a breeze block of soil in depth.
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Spreadsheet Plantlist.......how very organised of you Missus Lovely pictures of hostas.I'm not that keen on them to be honest ( not enough vibrant colour for me) but I have several which I have planted in a dark corner behind the compost heaps.They are doing well and I'll take a piccy tomorrow
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Really nice folks. Hostas are a group of plants that have grown on me - figuratively speaking, mind - over the years. They weren't high on my list in early years but I've really grown to appreciate their subtle variety and the texture they add to the garden. One thing I've always griped about though, and simply don't understand is the fact that they are so easy to propagate, really small root cuttings will do, and yet relatively speaking they are sold so expensively. OK, so there are some pretty rare types, but still. That bugs me. And I've totally given up on trying to keep track of the names of the ones I have; especially so since I never knew the names of the ones that I got from cuttings from friends who didn't know their names either. ;D I took some pics over the weekend of the ones I have so I'll post a few soon. This is usually around the time when they look their best anyway, before the slug attacks begin.
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