Not the same old feelings…

Hosta

Hosta (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Funny how our minds work. Just a photo of a hosta plant in another blog got me thinking. Yikes!

Here goes:

When I was a kid, we were very fortunate to have a family cottage on a lake. Along the side of the cottage was a patch of hosta plants. They grew every year even when mowed down to make a better path. I thought that they were homely, good for nothing, weeds. I’d trip over them while playing twilight games of hide-n-seek. But…there they grew with a tenacity that I could not appreciate in childhood.

I now have my own piece of outdoor heaven in a wooded area. There were barren, shady spots where nothing would grow. I discovered hostas in a new light. Their name even “put me off”. I had already decided, years ago, that I did not like hostas. At the local greenhouse, there was a larger variety of them than I had ever realized.

The happy ending is a lovely, much appreciated shady garden. Hosta does not mean the same to me now, although I can “drum up” a shudder, still, when reminiscing.

If I were to return to life as a plant, I think I would like to be a hosta. Rather plain…shade loving… and tenacious.

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “Not the same old feelings…

  1. I felt similar about petunias and swore I’d never grow them. Lo and behold, this year I needed a simple colorful annual and you guessed it I planted petunias…mainly because the hummingbirds and butterflies like them!

    • I too was unsure about petunias until I realized that they do better when you neglect them (except for pinching off dead blossoms). In the garden, neglecting is my middle name. 🙂 Aren’t their colors dandy?

    • Yes, Nasturtiums fit the unwanted category in my world, still. Maybe you could change that and convince me about their significance in your garden?

  2. Ah, isn’t it so with many things in life … the person, the book, the place … that we once distained but suddenly realize has value.

    Re plants: I adore them all. Homely or beautiful. Like people, they seem each to have a place and a job to do.

Tell me something good...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s