Nobody ever cares about hostas. They’re space fillers. They come in so many varieties and then they just sit there like *blech* in your landscape like a leafy turd.
Sometimes they’re nice, though. These hostas are on the side of my house where I rarely see them. It rained. They were kinda pretty. So, there you go.
It’s good that I’ve been doing this flower series. In less than a month my family is moving. New house, new flowers. I’m going to miss this display. It’s hard to imagine that when we moved in here eleven years ago there was nothing in this landscape. Only grass.
But the new house is going to be great, too. I’m looking forward to getting pictures of the new landscape and the view from up on the hill is absolutely stunning.
In writing news, well, no real news yet. An Imperfect Reflection is still with beta readers, and I’ve started on a new unnamed project. It’s a near-future sci-fi and it’s going to be really fun.
If only I had time to write with all this packing going on.