L'enfer Des Hostas*

These hostas were the subject of a blip last year when they lived in a raised bed in the back garden.

The Art Director decided the raised beds were needed for more fruit (Yay) production and so the hostas were unceremoniously dug out of their home, their root balls hacked into shape with a cheap butchers knife bought for me 20 years ago approx by my bro, EBGB and shoved into whatever pots I could find. They have received absolutely no care or attention in the meantime.

If only life was that easy.

* with apologies to my francophone/francophile/vaguely competent at French friends