Before we left for Florida a few weeks ago, we made arrangements with a friend of ours to take care of things around our house while we were gone. This mostly meant feeding the dogs and picking up our mail, but my garden plants would require some extra attention. I worried that my sunflowers would bloom while I was gone for those ten days and our friend promised to text me some photographs if any started to blossom in my absence.
Throughout our trip, I received updates on the dogs and the weather (plenty of rain practically absolved Shane from having to water the yard), and he always made sure to let me know the sunflowers hadn’t done anything spectacular yet. I was relieved.
When we arrived home in the middle of the night, it was after nearly 20 hours of driving. The trip through Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Arkansas, and half length of Oklahoma was completed with few stops and only one highway backup. So our minds were understandably focused on getting only the important things out of the car and into the house and then collapsing into a deep, deep sleep. The only thing I noticed about our house when we pulled in was that the yard needed mowing and that the sunflowers had grown into giants – all stalks, no blooms. Thankfully.
The following morning, still exhausted, we began to clear out the van of all our remaining luggage. Matt brewed coffee and I made breakfast. It didn’t take long for us to fall into our usual pre-vacation routine. Then I walked outside to check on my garden.
You guys! My sunflowers totally waited for me. The cucumbers were toast and the petunias had drowned again (what’s new, right?), but this! Is this an incredible “Welcome Home” or what?
Only because I have a bazillion of the coming in soon, I went ahead and cut a few for myself and a friend of mine. Do you know how long I’ve been dying to have my own flowers on the table? I have taken the jar with me from room to room a few times, just because I’m so darn proud of my sunflowers. Seriously, they’re like portable sunshine. I have even seen a few people stop at the end of our driveway and point at them. Obviously, I’m not their only fan.