One of the most amazing things about living in Utah is that sunflowers grow wild practically anywhere. What’s particularly amazing about these flowers is that they were growing out of a huge pile of gravel on the side of the road.
Colin braved the rocky summit to bring me back a few of what must be the most tenacious flower in existence. I was amazed at how much joy it gave me to bring the little guys home. I wanted to sketch them, paint them, press them--anything to preserve the loveliness effect. It’s embarrassing to admit how much enthusiasm I have for things like this. What kind of people are over the moon about flowers? Fairy princesses? Wood nymphs? Certainly not respectable grown women like me.
Who am I kidding? I was never respectable and I never will be. Hello, my name is Katie, and I get excited to the point of silliness. I’m glad I could get that off my chest.
When we got home I quickly snipped the stems under water and crushed a baby aspirin into the water to keep them good.
They withered in three days.
Seriously? They can grow from seed to blossom out of a pile of straight up gravel, but they can’t make it through three days in my kitchen? I guess I should have left them where they were.
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