Mom was here last week on her way to pick up my brother Daniel at college.
Mom has more than a green thumb, she has an entire green hand.
To the elbow.
So, I took her out to show her our garden and asked her about the beans. See, the beans are taking over. And, they keep growing taller and taller and taller. And they really don't look very beanlike, which was my concern. Seems like they'd have some tendrilly things and some little flowers by now, maybe even a tiny bean pod. I mean, they are more than 2 feet tall already, I'd like to see my future side dish happening.
Mom saw them and said something disturbing. My hyper healthy wunda-plants are not beans . . . they are sunflowers.
I did not plant sunflowers.
I planted beans.
And carrots. Of which there are 4.
And lettuce, which apparently likes the shade of the beans . . . er, sunflowers. Or, did, until we went out of town camping this weekend and it shriveled into nothingness from two days sans water.
The big, TALL question is, why are there sunflowers taking over the garden?
I think the answer is sitting in a cage under our carport. The real force behind all the work that has gone into our garden is furry, and is making sure that she benefits from the use of her fertilizer.
And, Bunny likes sunflower seeds.
Though, apparently, she doesn't digest them too well!