A Hosta Interlude

For Christmas, I did actually receive a couple of Hosta-themed gifts. (Lest any of you think that my obsession has disappeared and I am sliding over to the dark side of Geekdom) My love for all things Hosta never leaves, it just goes a little dormant in the Winter. It's always there and perks up on occasion, especially when I get to flip through the most comprehensive book on Hostas there is.

I present to you......The Hostapedia:

I received this as a Christmas gift from my future MIL. Last year she gave me the Color Encyclopedia of Hostas, which, fantastic in its own right, is not quite as voluminous as the Hostapedia. It's more of a coffee table book with lots of pictures and information, but the Hostapedia dwarfs it by about 6 pounds. Seriously, the thing weighs a metric ton. I pushed aside my other gifts and obnoxiously started paging through it after tearing off the wrapping paper on Christmas Eve, squealing and letting out little shouts here and there, and blabbering on about all of the varieties - while 5 people just sat there and tried to ignore me and get on with their festivities. I could have sat there for hours and hours, rocking and sucking my thumb and drooling. So pretty, I am.

When CrabbyC and I visited Bridgewood Gardens for their Open House in July last year, Chick first introduced me to the Hostapedia and advised that if I wanted information on just about any kind of Hosta ever bred, I had to get this book. He told me that it even contained plants that he introduced years ago and no longer grows. It's THAT comprehensive.

All I know is, I'm going to need a bigger bookshelf.

Next. On Christmas Day, my mom and dad (and GeekBoy) presented me with the sign you see below.

It's going to be placed at the entrance to the section of our property that is devoted to Hostas. CrabbyC and GeekBoy conspired together, used a photo of one of my plants as the background and created the sign online. It's hilarious and I love it. There is a bracket that it goes on with a thing that you jam into the ground to hold it up. (Yes. I know. I am having trouble with my words today)

Now my only worry is living up to the damn sign.