The hunger for soil under the fingernails in springâ€™s first warm days does crazy things to the mind.Â Each year I mentally plot out my garden with the intention of rotating crops.
This time I wondered if I put in two mounds of squash could I plant sunflowers around them? My idea was that the squash would use the sturdy sunflower stems as a trellis of sorts.Â That should work, right?
Welllllll.Â It didnâ€™t.Â By time the sunflowers were thick enough to be of support, the squash had run amok between the tomatoes.Â Meanwhile the sunflowers, free of responsibility, took on a Jack and the Beanstalk demeanor.
They grew, and grew, and grew.Â I havenâ€™t measured, but some of them have to be at least 11 feet high.Â Even the bees have to wear oxygen masks to sniff the pollen at that altitude. J
In the backyard, where I didnâ€™t plant sunflowers but the chipmunks did, the plants have shorter stalks but huge sunflower heads.Â Huge!
IÂ just shrug and enjoy the way nature does what she does. Thereâ€™s something about a sunflower that demands happinessâ€¦sort of like banjo music.
Tall, huge, irresponsible sunflowers?Â The best part of my day.