I don't like castor bean plant. You can quote me on that.
But please take a moment to put quote marks around "don't like." Because yes, its true...but I don't harbor bad feelings in my heart toward it, or badmouth it to fellow gardeners, or even wish it didn't appear in my neighbor's landscape.
I just don't want it in my immediate scope.
Which is just how I used to feel about hosta. Silly pointless rather ugly green elements that form ubiquitous rings around trees and which often were recommended with the caveat that you cut off the flowers and just use them for their leaves. Sure, I got their advantage in that they grew in shade. But why grow something ugly just because it will grow there?
Guess what occupies certain nooks and crannies of my yard now, and happily so in my eyes' opinion?
Hosta "June," and not just because that is my birth month. Love the variegated leaves with an odd bluish green. Giant hosta...yes, giant, weirdly prehistorical almost, kinda like that castor bean. Garden variety (nyuk, nyuk wink wink) unnamed cultivar with delightful smelling flowers, which might have been called "August lily" by our grandparents. Ones that spread with runners. Functional ones. Specimen ones.
Of course, I don't cut the flowers off a single one. Silly advice books.
So there they are, these things which made me go "blergh." These things about which I once said "I don't like them," and was rather vociferous in doing so.
Fortunately, I knew enough then to never say "never." So my turnaround didn't exactly bite me on the hindquarters when it came. A fine lesson for life and it's subcompartments, not only gardening, but parenting. And home decorating. And reading preferences. And perfume.
I've talked about it before, but I took a new route home today, and saw a big planting of castor bean.
I didn't like it.
picture from the blog "Danger Garden"