Two years ago when we lived in our house that we owned, we planted sunflowers. I don’t think it’s too late to do it now. We just bought a few different varieties and started them from seed. I think I spent $3. They grew lightning fast which worked well because I am, I mean my boys are so impatient.
Just plant them where they will get lots of sun in a place where you don’t mind having tall, lanky, gangly flowers leaning out at you. I decided to be all daring and plant them right at our front porch. Cars slowed down to look at them. Children ran and hid in their mother’s skirts. It was awesome.
On mother’s day of that year we had a glorious hail storm. It was one of those beautiful storms where it started at 70 degrees and sunny then the clouds roll in and before you know it, it’s dark and pouring rain. And dropping Barbie head sized hailstones. It was magnificent. A thrilling mother’s day. We all sat on the porch and watched the deafening hail and I remember standing there trying to decide if it was worth the risk of losing an eye to run out and protect my fledgling sunflowers.
After the storm a few flowers were lost. But, the sun immediately came out and steam rose from the streets. Hailstones were piled up along the edges of the yard as we gathered a few ziplock baggies full to save to play with in the summer. Although it was bright and sunny, you could see your breath. It was an amazing day. I love God’s creation. What a creative, breathtaking show.
I’ll pick the winner for the garland tomorrow, good luck.