Grammie visited at the beginning of the month, bringing with her a bunch of hostas from their own garden. I remember those hostas on the side of their Warington Lane house... it seems pretty much since we moved there when I was five. They'd send up spikes of purple buds in late summer. I used to like to pop them before they bloomed. Or swat them as I rollerskated along the path to the back patio. I'm much kinder to plants these days. :-) In fact, I plan to take very good care of the new row of hostas she planted along our fence.
Stephen liked helping. He still says "Mammie?" when we look at the green and white striped leaves unfurling.
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