The last of the Mexican Sunflowers…
They’ve been on their way out for a while now, but I kept deadheading them to prolong their blooms. It worked too well; it was sad to still see the little buds as I was kicking the stalks to the ground. They’d become so big, brute force was the only way these sunflowers were going down. They had taken over the pathway, and to make matters worse, looked like this…
I’m normally pretty quick to yank something that’s not looking its best. We have an Amy Winehouse square. I’m a huge fan so I mean no disrespect, but it’s the place the plants go when they need to get themselves together. 28 days later, sometimes longer, they’re ready to be back in the spotlight. The butterfly effect extended the life of these sunflowers by a good month at least. Aah, the glory days…
The Mexican sunflowers have been good to me, but it’s time to move on. They’ve cleared the way for the fall garden. The compost has settled in. Time to plant…
…when we get back from Tennessee. We’re off to see the uncles and the chickens this weekend! It should be quite the blog-worthy trip. According to Uncle Sam, I’m in for a real Tennessee mountain experience. We’re sleeping in a trailer, eating off the land, and goin’ shootin’! Yep, you heard me.
