I’ve been buried at work. I feel like Governor La Petomane in "Blazing Saddles." "Work, work, work." The weather’s been lousy, so working in the water soaked back yard has to wait a few more weeks. Last Saturday we had a break. It was cold but sunny. I had a chance to work on the hosta we left winter over in pots. I thought that a quick freshen up with compost would be all the hosta needed. Just like Governor La Petomane wasn’t the brightest bulb, neither was I regarding hosta in pots. I needed to find bigger pots. My hostas were pot bound. Who would have thought? Some got put in bigger pots and some got split to make friends and neighbors happy. The need for more and bigger pots smacked right up against my promise to Pat not to buy any more pots, and besides, we just don’t have any room for more pots. I think it’s time to get some more soil tiles from the construction tile place in Akron.