Kim’s Veggie Garden 2014 Week 9: Hostile Hosta
Warning: This post has nothing to do with veggies! What?! That’s right. I could talk to you more about pulling/hating weeds, how my plants are growing or the delicious salads I’m making, but I’m taking a detour to talk about hosta. Memorial weekend,my family works together to open our lake house. It’s a lot of cleaning and renovating inside and out. This year, I decided I would try to beautify the landscape with some hosta. I purchased 5 from Stauffers for the front yard, and chose to be ambitious and split the mammoth Hosta my grandmother had planted back in 1970-something in the backyard. First, the backyard was addressed. Sure this hosta looks innocent enough, with it’s sweet green leaves surrounded by demure Irises… but NEVER judge a book by it’s cover. Trust me when I say that this hosta gave me the biggest upper body workout I’ve had in a long time. First, I dug a trench to plant the hosta in…I should note that my mother-in-law assisted in both moral support and digging. My mother was also here as photographer, manager, commentator and water-girl. It had rained so the ground was muddy and soft, therefore digging wasn’t too hard to do. Back at the mother hosta, I knew that I wanted to get at least three leaves and a bunch of roots with each split planting. I started to dig beneath the root and then jammed my shovel into the top to try to slice out what I wanted. This all seemed like a good idea until I started to hit something VERY hard. It turns out, there were flat stones underneath and around the entire hosta plant that may have at one time edged this area. The roots had grown around each stone and they ranged in sizes as small as your hand to as large as your arm. Even the Iris bulbs next to the hosta were growing flat against the stone. So, digging just got a lot more fun. The roots side the green leaves were fiercely thick, to the point where I needed a shovel, hoe, and some sort of iron soil probe/pole/pick/ heavy solid bar thing. (I work with tools often, can you tell? *sarcasm*) Once I was able to pull the rocks out one by one, I used all the tools to sever through the roots and get what I needed. I ran into a few snags here and there but was able to pry the first batch out exclaiming, “It’s a boy!!!” Shortly thereafter, my husband and Pepper showed up to visit and make sure all that grunting, huffing and puffing didn’t incidate a heart attack on my part. Now kids, don’t bend over like I do all kinds of hunched, make sure you squat properly with good form…and stay in school. The end result was several traumatized new plantings, which I’m sure will perk up with time, and some stone edging made by the relics I uncovered. The five hosta I purchased for the front yard was far easier to plant. I just dug in and plopped the varieties in where I wanted them. Almost too easy after what I had just endured. The next part in the process is to mulch around the hosta and daylilies to create a real feature, but this is as good as it gets for now. And my final tip for you, make sure you don’t wear your “good” workout sneakers while you do yardwork. They’re going to get very muddy and wet. Have you ever split a plant??