I put them as close to the house as possible, thinking this would keep them safe from squirrels. I was wrong. Within one hour of planting them, we only had one left. I was bummed almost to the point of giving up and just ignoring the last plant. How was this one measly plant going to grow in the war zone that is my backyard? Could it ever be tall and strong growing up next to the crime scenes of it's seven lost relatives?
We all carried on and somehow our plant continued to grow. It survived heavy winds and rain and a few minor early morning squirrel attacks. It even survived the accidental smashing by Jay's foot as he was moving our grill.
Then last week, we began to finally see what we've been waiting for, our baby opening up. The following pictures were taken over a period of four consecutive days:To some this is just a sunflower. To us, it's a small backyard miracle.