My mom visited in early April (for Keeneland) and we sat in the yard one afternoon drinking wine and she tsked, "What's that?" gesturing vaguely at a stumpy part of my yard. "Those are hostas," I said.
She had never heard of them so, mom, if you're checking your Google Reader, these are hostas. I admit they do seem like a bit of a blight in the winter, but they're nice now.
I'll post another picture when they bloom.
Click for a better look.
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