As early as early last week, our row of sunflowers finally erupted with massive sunflower faces. Broad, sandpapery leaves hang from the burly, callous stalks that stand erect like lamp posts, and five feet up, burdensome flowers nod forward. The yellow ray flowers burst out from the fragrant brown disk--a shrine to the sun. This signals that we're knee-deep in summer.
I planted one row of this sunflower mix in the raised bed, behind the strawberry patch, alongside the garage. I think only as many as 12 germinated. Next year I will have to plant more, and earlier.
This is not the ideal place for sunflowers, either. After noon, the garage (to the west of the raised bed) shades the plants completely--this might also explain why they are smaller and later than other sunflowers I've seen around.
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