Remember that Hosta I was agonizing over a few weeks ago? The one suffering a slow death in the parking lot of my son’s preschool (in a church, no less) because no one would plant or water it?
To refresh your memory:
Well, I have a confession to make.
After someone tossed it on the side of the parking lot and left it for dead, I scooped up that poor little Hosta and threw it in the back of my car. That’s what it looks like now, in the first picture, above. Thriving! (Though strangely, not looking very stripey anymore.)
Ironically, I haven’t decided where to plant it yet, so it’s been sitting on a coconut planter liners for a few weeks. But it looks pretty happy, nonetheless.
Never thought I’d stoop to plant-jacking, but this just felt right. I couldn’t stand seeing the little guy go down like that. And I am not sure it really constitutes jacking when it was clearly tossed away. (Am I justifying my rescue action? Yes!)
(And yeah, it feels damn good to be a plant hero for once, not just a plant killer.)