I want to grow lots of hostas. I think they are beautiful and very collectable – they appeal to the philatelic side of my nature. From a few centimetres high to a metre or more and with plenty of variation in leaf colour as well as nice flowers, they have lots to offer. The elephant in the room is damage by slugs and snails, of course, but these can be prevented.
Most of mine were bought 18 months ago and potted. They had to spend the year in their hastily provided accommodation as I tardily got their home ready. This spring, having improved the rather heavy, compacted soil with vast amounts of organic matter, they finally got planted. The area should be rather shady in time but until the hazels and azaleas get their act in gear they are rather exposed and I don’t expect them to look their best this year. A few hostas have gone into other areas of the garden but the 80 or so I have now are together partly to show their variations and also to look after them while they are small. Many hostas do not reveal their true colour, metaphorically or literally, until they have settled in for a couple of years.