This is taken in the front yard near the road. This is where the hosta obsession really got started. There is less grass now and more hostas, but even as much as we hate to more, I think you need a little (though very little) grass in some places. This garden was planted about a dozen years ago. We had hostas before that, a couple dozen varieties, but this was the beginning of the real collection which now numbers over 1000 varieties, not counting seedlings. The deer have eaten the leaves off of many of them at this point, but not to be deterred by the little fact of missing their leaves, they are starting to bloom and the deer seem to be avoiding them. I'm glad I'm not one of those people who cut off the bloom scapes on hostas. They are truly lovely and come in every shade of lavender/purple imaginable plus the lovely white ones, so nicely scented that are just starting to bloom. In a year of gardens really devastated by drought, heat and deer, the hosta flowers are a really nice way to wind down this strange gardening season.