Memoir
Sunflower
Last year all of my sunflowers died. I started the seeds early and followed all the basic instructions to raise the plants, but as soon as I planted them outside, they all disappeared slowly. Supposedly the bunnies in my backyard love them as salad. This year I promised myself no matter what, my sunflowers would live. From the mistakes of the previous year, I took notes and started my seeds indoors, early. On about five egg containers my little seeds began their lives with a moist touch of soil. I kept them by the window where the sun reaches the most. From ritual watering and motivational speeches, my baby sunflowers started sprouting one by one. It is a joy to watch the seeds sprout with the potential of growing into a forest. I started daydreaming of a walk in our backyard, surrounded by sunflowers.
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