Whilst I was warmly tucked up in bed last night the outside temperatures must have dropped like a stone. That and a heavy dew, not to mention a few snails, put paid to our Hosta’s for another year…….
Once green fleshy leaves, turned to gold overnight, soon they will disintegrate into nothing…. to reappear fresh next year.
27th September
© David Oakes 2013
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