Hosta Redux

I can never take too many photos of the hostas in our front yard. The tall flower shoots rise over the leafy base.

The changing color in the variegated leaves that reflect the dying light, then deepen in the shadows.

The twin stems that bend toward the evening sun.

I lie on the ground, pretend to be a bug, and plan my climb.

Then I snuggle up close and look down the throat of each flower.