Hostas are tough. I know — they flourish under my care, or lack of care. I plant them and forget them. Thursday they were watered but not by me. Mother Nature stepped in. After the rain I could not ignore the hostas. Their rain-wet leaves sparkled, thousands of clear water droplets reflecting a bright but rain-threatening sky.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
A Drop of Rain
Hostas are tough. I know — they flourish under my care, or lack of care. I plant them and forget them. Thursday they were watered but not by me. Mother Nature stepped in. After the rain I could not ignore the hostas. Their rain-wet leaves sparkled, thousands of clear water droplets reflecting a bright but rain-threatening sky.
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