This morning my backyard is a veritable training ground or should I say flight pad. Cardinals, thrashers and robins are prancing with their babies teetering behind them. They must sense that ChiChi and I are not a threat because they walk right by us. The wrens are going in and out of their nest oblivious to us.
As the babies tweet behind their mothers meandering through the hosta I realize I have never truly appreciated hosta until now. They love shad and grow without any care and multiply with abandon. Out of the 45 different species, some have a lovely perfume at night from the tall flowers that grow in the middle, some are a beautiful blue and others are chartreuse variegated. Some of my hosta are from my friend’s family homestead, the most cherished plants, those from loved ones.