You know how much I'm loving my white picket fence and so I was thinking how much fun it would be to plant a wall of sunflowers along the fence. Can you picture it? A little sunflower army lined up to greet us each day. (Okay, well, I was sort of fantasizing about that, but that's not important right now.)
I coerced the story confession from our sweet little Mexican gardener (but frankly, after this sunflower incident, I'm going to give a little more thought to his actual qualifications to be a gardener besides just being Mexican and owning a weed whacker).
He whacked the tiny plants which were planted in the bed in front of the picket fence in an orderly line – he deduced weeds and proceeded to whack my young seedlings into oblivion.
This is why my line of sunflowers looks like this today: I know. What's wrong with this picture??
I know. One SURVIVOR and a dozen more stragglers.
And yes, he's taller than Jonathan.
So, we went for round two. And here they come! When the gardeners arrive, I run out screaming for them to turn off the weed whacker and they just smile stupidly, but they don't whack any sunflowers because now they fear for their lives. =D
It's taller than my almost 6 foot son.
And I kind of like that it's the only one to made it to adulthood. But there's an entire crop coming right up behind that one, Yes, I caved and replanted. I told you
I. WANT. SUNFLOWERS.
They just make me sooo happy. It's a happy day. 😉
I. Hate. Weed whackers. =(