“So, long story short, that’s why your hostas are dying.” Thom sipped his wine and gestured towards the front of the house. “Dig them up and move them into the sun. Don’t be afraid to chop the plants in half when you’re doing it, either. They’ll grow like maniacs if you give them some room. Put something back here that likes to hide out in the shade.”
Justin grinned, and flipped a burger that was sizzling in the way that only ground beef on a hot grill could do. The sound alone made Thom’s stomach rumble with greed. “I did. His name is Thom.”
“Thom doesn’t have any preferences against shade nor sun,” he corrected. “He does, however, like lots of room for his roots and isn’t really a ‘hang out with the other hostas’ kind of plant.”
“I’ve noticed. But look at us now, drinking and barbecui
