A Correction

 

I owe Mom's bucket of hosta's a big apology when I posted about them earlier in the week. I used a picture of my grandmother's giant hostas by mistake. I'm not sure how I did that. My grandmother's plants look like something you'd find in the Jurassic Era. My mom's are small, a darker sage green and always very neatly arranged in her pot. 

I'm still planting stuff even though common sense tells me not to. Yesterday we went off to the nursery section of a local hardware store and I came home with some things.

Putting the things in the ground is like throwing money away here but we have noticed a change in the sun pattern on the back deck now that the big trees are gone. I've got a lot of empty pots from the trees we bought so I thought I'd give the deck another try.

I bought two tomatoes and my usual assortment of herbs. Until the deer learn to climb up stairs, they'll be safe, I hope. The nasty things are already eating their way through the backyard hostas. Nothing lasts very long around here. The wildlife cafeteria is open for business.