I enjoyed my sunflowers so much last year, I planted even more this year: giant 10-12 foot, 4-6 foot, and dwarf varieties. I was never a big fan of sunflowers before I grew them. Their bright, happy faces are such a cheerful sight, they won me over. Nothing like being welcomed home by smiling sunflowers.
This time last year, a tornado came and thrashed them, causing an early death. Still, I got two volunteers in the tomato bed. One much smaller and one empty.
The dwarf variety opened first, and they’re butter yellow. They produce 2-3 blooms per stalk. They’d make for a great rear border in a sunny spot.
The middlin sort are about face-to-face with me and are much easier to photograph.
The size of the seed heads on both those varieties truly vary, but with the giants, the dark seed heads are enormous and the petals are more of a fringe. When the birds and bees are done with the seeds and pollen, the center is orange.
The giants are my favorite, almost as tall as the basketball rim. I included a photo of my hand reaching up to one, and to get the scale right, I have to tell you, the stakes that gird them are only six-feet tall, so those alone are over my head — their heavy heads make them droop almost another foot. They’re amazing, towering over us. Not all of them have opened yet, but so far, the tallest three have.
I hope even if you’re not a garden geek, you can appreciate their glory.
Next year, I plan to plant EVEN MORE.