The secret of growing sunflowers is the ability to believe: in the possibility that lies inside the hard coated seed, my own common sense and an inexplicable tenacity that doesn't let rodents, rain or reality ruin the results.
Before all else though, I guess it begins with a firm and unshakeable belief in possibilities.
You tie that stem to a strong support so that it bypasses the need for the broken stem. You look at the root bed and cover it with more soil, you water it, relentlessly love it and whisper to the whorl of leaves that tower our your head now: I know you're there. I know you got this. I got this too.
You know I'm here and I believe you're going to be fine. And then one grey sky day the little curled up tendrils spring up and smile at the sun.
I'm the proud mamma of a gorgeous sunflower that is sticking it's tongue out at the stem that gave up mid way through. I did this without you. I did this in spite of you.
Yeah you. Yeah us!
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