Unlock the Secret Voice

My co-worker has been unloading spare plants. Yesterday, I turned the corner and my cubicle was full of hostas in a giant black trash bag.

If you're asking yourself, "Hey Ta, did Topaz and Drusy leap and gambol about the plants in your living room, did you in fact pedal your bicycle from your place to Pete's with those hostas in the basket, and did I hear you cackling from the other side of the Turnpike?" then the answers are yes, yes and yes, and if you didn't know, a giant bag of plant life is freaking heavy.

In Pete's front yard, we find two scrabbly patches busily eroding under the tall trees that line the avenue. Rumor has it hostas spread and take over, which wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen to a scrabbly patch in full shade. My cubicle survived a narrow escape.