Just Grow Already
Gardening is humbling.
Flowers don't care what you look like, how much money you make or even how much you want them to grow. They just don't care. It hurts.
Flowers are among my most favorite things in the world, especially sunflowers.
I moved to GJ about three years ago into a home with a gigantic yard with lots of sun exposure and plenty of wonderful grass. Flowers thrived.
In April, I moved into a new home after I got married. Despite my life changes, I still wanted my flowers.
I bought the same sunflower seeds I used at my previous home. I started my seeds in pots, babying them in the sun and shade and watering them faithfully. They thrived just like at my old place. At about five inches, I moved the living, breathing, happy sunflower plants into the ground by the fence for support.
I was not happy and promptly blamed the cats I'm pretty sure peed on them and munched on them like Doritos.
My husband questioned me, not the cats. He wanted to know why anyone would plant sunflowers in pots. He called them weeds and told me to just throw the seeds in the ground.
I listened. I did that. The flowers are coming on strong.
I'm pretty new to this whole gardening/planting my own things, so I'm constantly learning lessons. I guess the biggest lesson I've learned is not all flowers grow well at the same places and in the same conditions.
It sounds silly, and I promise I'm not dumb. I just seriously didn't think the balance of sun, shade, potting soil, etc. would ultimately make that much difference between a plant living or dying.
I thought maybe the plants wouldn't grow as tall or something like that, but I never expected them to flat out die on me.
I'm humbled you silly flowers.
P.S. I planted more seeds in the same spot where the other sunflowers died to prove that I can get them to grow. What can I saw? I'm pretty competitive.