Sunday, July 26, 2009 at 6:14 pm (Heavy Clay)
Tags: sunflower surprise
For weeks we’ve been watching the weed in my pot of petunias get taller and taller. I’ve been tempted to pull it out many times, but Mike wanted to wait and see.
Good thinkin’. Too bad all the weeds in life don’t turn out this way.
Be ready to be surprised.
~ Loesje
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mel said,
Wednesday, July 29, 2009 at 10:35 pm
ooooooh, I much prefer this to the snake!!!
WritingbyEar said,
Thursday, July 30, 2009 at 9:16 am
Ha ha — you’re right about that, Mel! I just wonder how the seed got there — I don’t imagine the sunflower seeds meant for bird feeding are able to sprout?
mel said,
Thursday, July 30, 2009 at 10:39 pm
not sure… doubtful. but if someone else had a mini sunflower sprouting somewhere last year, and the bird helped himself as it went to seed, and then flew over your pot (which happened to be his “pot” too!) then maybe, just maybe…
WritingbyEar said,
Thursday, July 30, 2009 at 11:24 pm
Well, at least I have the memories. “Something” evil nipped almost every one of those pretty petunia blossoms last night — same as they did on the deck pots in the back yard 2 months ago. They never recovered (and I’m still bitter, too!). The blasted bugger wasn’t interested in the sunflower though.
Marion said,
Friday, July 31, 2009 at 1:17 pm
I’ve got one too! Lookee here. That would be my chimney. Last year I had one about 40 feet up in a pine tree. Sunflower in chminey .jpg
Marion said,
Friday, July 31, 2009 at 1:19 pm
Well, maybe it didn’t come through, so use your writers’ eyes to see it and I’ll try sending it along another route. So lovely, these unexpected garden treasures.
WritingbyEar said,
Friday, July 31, 2009 at 2:12 pm
Wow, Marion — in the chimney? In a tree? That is so cool. (I’m picturing it!) I also love when the little forget-me-nots pop up out of the cracks in the wall. (Not so fond that they’re popping up on every inch of the rest of the property, too…lawn, beds, everywhere [but not in a tree, yet!])