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.
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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.