We cut down our sunflowers today.
My mom always thought sunflowers looked like people lurking in the shadows and they kind of freaked her out, but when I was considering my garden this year, they seemed like just the right flower for the front of our little house.
I started the seeds for my flower garden up in our bedroom on a dresser that got a lot of light at the end of May and then about mid-June (a bit late) planted them in the ground. Sunflowers were not as easy to grow as I had been led to believe. On one side of our house they didn’t take at all, they burnt up in the sun or were eaten away by insects.
|Here they are as delicate little babies about 3 weeks old. The least little thing, rain, wind will break the stalks at this stage and then the weeks of getting them to this stage would be for not.|
I was so nervous bringing them out from my bedroom at this fragile stage and planting them out in the wide world. It felt like they would never get big enough to actually flower. But bit by bit they got stronger with all of the other flowers in the garden. I don’t think I had much of any flowers, besides a few pansies and marigolds my husband bought already grown, till the end of July and yes there were moments I thought the garden wouldn’t bloom at all.
It really took an act of faith to wait while my neighbors and what felt like the whole state of Vermont had lush flowering beds. But eventually it came, the seedlings finally took hold and with the summer heat and sun, they flourished with character.
Even when all the sunflowers were spent they managed to make themselves useful. The huge stalks cut down and de-leafed became swords and lances for the boys to play with and we are drying the heads for seeds for next years garden and for eating
All in all, it wasn’t so bad all that waiting for my garden to bloom. It was kind of like buying concert tickets 6 months out; there’s lots of great anticipation, and then in the end, there is of course, the concert to enjoy…