My friend at the library asked this morning if I wanted to take home a hosta that someone donated to the plant sale without a pot, as she didn’t have the capacity to split it into pots or spend multiple watering sessions keeping it happy. Being the good husband I am, I asked my wife if it’s okay with her if I accepted (unapologetic plant accepter here). She said sure, and even understood when I said I needed to bring the truck because it had no pot and I didn’t want to dirty her car.

The hosta:

My wife: