Courtesy of daddy, we recently came home with a large, sumptuous hosta in a bucket that now sits on the front door step giving the entrance a bit more of lush jungle feel. I plan to add a male king fern on the other side that should take the look back to a more Jurassic era. The hosta and its bucket gave me the perfect excuse to head to the garden centre to look for pots. I do like shopping for a new pot.
Anyway, it was a few days later, during a period of yet more rain that I managed to catch this image of the water droplets gathered on the hosta leaves. You can really see how the leaf is like a bed quilt and cradles the pearls of water between the folds and creases.
Look closer and you can see the reflection of the houses and trees in the street. Look even closer and you’ll only succeeded in getting cold rain down the back of your neck, at which point you’ll probably want to go inside, like I did.