plants your garden
The hostas are in bloom, and much like last year, they are a sight to behold. You don’t know the true meaning of perfume until you experience the fragrance of hostas lingering in the humid evening air. They scent the rain.
The garden is full of them, it is their month, August, the time when they rule the flower universe. They rise, ghostly white, on slender stems, arching over the garden path here and there, asking for attention. As if there was any need for that!
The scent of hostas is very familiar, I feel like I’ve known it for a very long time, but I can’t describe it, it escapes me every single time. A little more subtle than the lilies’, but more enveloping, with gentle hints of honeysuckle, gardenia and green tea!
Every fall, after they are done blooming, I divide a clump or two and propagate their fragrant beauties around the garden, they grow very fast. Next year, after a well deserved winter rest, there will be three more “Stained Glass” specimens adorning the garden.