I only harvested a small portion of my dad's hosta buds for bouquets. The remains of some that were left behind are looking allright to me as their petals give way to time and the end of their season.
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I wouldn't have recognized those as hostas. I'm always amazed at how many varieties there are.
I don't know the variety. But the flowers have faded and this is how the stalks look for just this moment in time.
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