As my sister said, "Why did you plant so many flowers when you knew you were leaving?"
Why sister, I was wondering the same thing.
Bless my sister and mother, who came over as much as they could to water. But when the weather is 100 degrees glued tight to three weeks, what can be done?
Only a few plants died for good and gone. A coneflower, some dahlias, a cardinal lobelia, and that delphinium that wasn't in the budget in the first place. It was accursed.
The strawberry oxalis is making a comeback.
The irises are brown and have holes in their leaves.
The astible never bloomed.
The black-eyed Susan made a valiant effort.
The salvia looks great. Almost like it didn't have to live through a Missouri summer. Almost as if I asked Aaron to squeeze a few plants into a Honda Civic plump with suitcases and bikes and camping gear. You don't take plants on roadtrips? Weird.
But the zinnias. Oh the zinnias. Two packets of $1.00 Wal-mart seed never looked so good.
I love the zinnias. I am forever allied with them. They are happy, bright, heat-loving, and the more you pick them, the more they bloom. What's not to love about them?
Come April, buy a package of zinnia seeds. Scatter them in some scratched up soil. Water when you remember.
Come August, you will feel like you are a real gardener after all.