My grandmother loved hosta plants; they ringed her Brooklyn, New York, house, front and back. We, as kids, would call them Nana plants.
Many years later, hosta ring my backyard; several of the rhizomes were originally dug from Nana's garden. Now, as they bloom in late June, I think of her, and smile.
- See a slideshow of the entire set, picturing the hosta as they grow from tiny buds in March: here.
- Pic(k) of the Week: one in a weekly series of personal photos, usually posted on Saturdays, and often of a good fermentable as subject.
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