The Eldest has gone ga-ga for hostas.
When we paid a weekend visit to The Plant Lady on Sunday afternoon, he managed to talk up such a hosta-appreciating storm that she gave him an $8 hosta as a gift. He promised to treasure it and guard it with his life.
I assured her that he was not kidding. Not at all. Meanwhile, the girls managed to score some free popsicles and I left with a blackberry bush. Hard to find anything to regret in such an outing.
