Do you like movies that appear in multiple parts…like trilogies? BECAUSE APPARENTLY I DO.
It’s as if Groundhog Day was a trilogy, but there’s a trick, and parts II and III were actually just part I, and you were forced to sit through it two more times.
Love ya, Bill Murray, mean it….but c’mon man.
The following is a brief essay, entitled: Sunflowers, A History of Death
It all began innocently enough, when I heard/googled/pinterested or simply supposed that you could just take some seeds and put them in the ground. You know, to grow something. I love sunflowers. My neighbor grows the most beautiful ginormous sunflowers. My friend C tossed some in her yard and they are thriving. It just seemed like something people do.
My first planting succumbed to a rare disease known as “women’s beach trip,” in which sunflower planter fails to mention to husband, er, sunflower caregiver that that section of the yard doesn’t actually get watered by the sprinklers.
My second planting showed their cute little heads one day, and the next day showed nothing but their cute little stems, sans any form of leaf.
{So I just googled “what eats newly emerged sunflowers” and I will try to not have my feelings hurt by their topic sentence “sunflowers are relatively easy to grow.”} Moving on…
It would appear that multiple pests present in my garden love to eat newly emerged sunflowers.
Third try’s seedlings went into a tray on the patio table. And they look great. {If this is a reliable Google search, then I just might give their method of placing a bottom-cut-out paper cup over each new seedling in the ground a try and see how it goes.}
{They’re actually a good bit bigger than this now I’m just too lazy to go take another picture. So big, in fact, that I need to probably not be lazy tonight and plant them. Prayers appreciated.}
Now comma if I were to grade my own essay I would give it a C- for unclear topic sentence, use of colloquial words bordering on profanity {because I could sense the writer wanted to use profanity}, and the use of photos {one not even your own}. I would also write a cute comment that the only saving grace of this essay was the snappy title.
