It just sat there. Right on the ground, opening the leaves almost from the base of the plant with very little petiole length involved. I kept it, watched it, moved it here and there, and for years I wondered why. Every time I decided to toss it, I'd relent and keep it around 'just a little longer'. It was kind of cute, coming up a yellow-green color, then changing to soft blue-gray. The leaves are folded, and sort of lay around veryover top of each other.
Several years ago, I decided once and for all I was keeping it and moved it into a bed with small and mini hostas. I would look at it and wonder what it was that hosta reminded me of. One day it came to me. It looks like a well, a pile of cow dung. The farm kids reading this will understand about the overlapping nature of those bovine emissions. That led me to remember Jim Stafford's song "Cow Patty”" that just cracked me up the first time I heard it. And a hosta name was born.