What is so rare. . .
FYI, most of my hostas are still just tips barely poking out of the soil. This one grows under an overhang on the south side of the house, where the soil warms up particularly early.
"Our life is leaves drifting slowly earthward, rain softly falling, children being born and growing up to their own lives, friends conversing before an open fire, good food and good sleep." --Irving Petit, Life on Tiger Mountain