“None of us are born with green thumbs,” my friend Jeff, a professional gardener, said. “But we all have one, deep inside.”
No plants have ever survived under my care, including a mini-cactus I had in fourth grade and a poinsettia over Christmas. I’ve been convinced for years that everything that I touch would eventually wither and die (watch out, Kiki). The thought of getting dirt under my nails and sweating under the sun while sprawling over more dirt never appealed to me, but my mom’s love of plants made me curious.
I was set on growing sunflowers, the symbol of summer, with its round shape and bright yellow petals like plucked rays of sunshine. The back of the seed packet states that they’re easy to grow – perfect for a beginner like me!
In the beginning I eagerly overwatered them, but I quickly learned their their likes and dislikes. I worry if it’s too hot or rainy or windy for them to survive. And I’ve already uprooted a few on accident when transferring from one pot to another. Forgive me!
These sunflowers are my go-to first thing in the morning like rushing to see one’s crush from afar.
I wish I could confess my love to them in a handwritten letter, and they’d blush and bloom and we’d live happily ever after in a field of gold.
I have so much respect for master gardeners and my friends who grow fresh produce in their backyard. Maybe one day I’ll be able to share some sunflowers seeds with everyone.
Last year’s bloom:
Do you own any plants? Gardening advice welcome!