My flowers have not done well this summer. I'm thinkin the weather has a lot to do with it. Cold, very wet spring, then the extreme heat of July. Everything seems stunted, even with watering.
I usually always plant some sunflowers. They rarely do well for me. This year I tried the Mammoth variety . . . that's the really tall kind . . . I have several stocks 10' and taller. I tried something different this year with the seeds. I scratched the shells with sandpaper, then put them tween wet paper towels, keeping them wet for a couple days. When the seeds began to sprout, I put them in the ground. Sometimes ya gotta help the hard-shelled seeds by scratching them and soaking them.
Ever hear of 'tree frogs.' I guess I have . . . never thought much about them. If you had asked me anything about them, I wouldn't have had much of an answer. Monday morning, I was mowin up against the pine trees along the drivin range. All kinds of strange lookin creatures hitch a ride with me when I brush against trees. Anyway, I felt something cool and damp crawling around my neck and shirt collar. I reached for it and found a green, miniature frog-like creature in my hand. Not anything like what I was expectin. There is a dry ditch tween the road and pine trees . . . no water anywhere close. I'm wonderin how a little frog got into a scratchy pine tree. When I got home, I googled 'tree frog.' Wikipedia had a spittin image what was crawlin around on my neck. So, I guess there really are tree frogs . . .
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