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| Hosta 'Forbidden Fruit' - 28 October 2025 |
Today I had to scan some more of the beautiful leaves of my Hosta ‘Forbidden Fruit’. I am aware that the bible is not precise on what fruit Adam and Eve was forbidden to eat. This year the best hosta in my garden is my newish Forbidden Fruit. I had to scan it. Emily Dickinson always saves me as she manages to write poems that I can connect to my plant scans or photographs
I looked to find out who had introduced this hosta. What I found is funny as it involves another hosta with a fruit name.
Hosta 'Forbidden Fruit' was introduced by Marco and Joyce Fransen of Fransen Hostas in the Netherlands. The plant was discovered as an induced mutation of the Hosta 'Orange Marmalade
Sic transit Gloria mundi – Emily Dickinson
Sic transit gloria mundi,
How doth the busy bee —
Dum vivimus vivamus,
I stay mine enemy.
Oh, veni, vidi, vici,
Oh, caput, cap-a-pie,
And oh, memento mori
When I am far from thee.
Hurrah for Peter Parley,
Hurrah for Daniel Boone,
Three cheers, sir, for the gentlemen
Who first observed the moon.
Peter put up the sunshine,
Patti arrange the stars,
Tell Luna tea is waiting,
And call your brother Mars.
Put down the apple, Adam,
And come away with me ;
So shall thou have a pippin
From off my father's tree.
I climb the hill of science
I 'view the landscape o'er,'
Such transcendental prospect
I ne'er beheld before.
Unto the Legislature
My country bids me go.
I 'll take my india-rubbers,
In case the wind should blow.
During my education,
It was announced to me
That gravitation, stumbling,
Fell from an apple-tree.
The earth upon its axis
Was once supposed to turn,
By way of a gymnastic
In honor to the sun.
It was the brave Columbus,
A-sailing on the tide,
Who notified the nations
Of where I would reside.
Mortality is fatal,
Gentility is fine,
Rascality heroic,
Insolvency sublime.
Our fathers being weary
Lay down on Bunker Hill,
And though full many a morning,
Yet they are sleeping still.
The trumpet, sir, shall wake them,
In dream I see them rise,
Each with a solemn musket
A-marching to the skies.
A coward will remain, sir,
Until the fight is done,
But an immortal hero
Will take his hat and run.
Good-by, sir, I am going —
My country calleth me.
Allow me, sir, at parting
To wipe my weeping e'e.
In token of our friendship
Accept this Bonnie Doon,
And when the hand that plucked it
Has passed beyond the moon,
The memory of my ashes
Will consolation be.
Then farewell, Tuscarora,
And farewell, sir, to thee.
