Excuse the weeds in the picture. You can see the sunflower stalks that were chopped down. I am heartbroken. In fact, I was so heartbroken last night that I cried. And, I don't cry easily. I tend to be quite stoic about things most of the time. But, I've coddled these plants and they were healthy and gorgeous. They were just starting to get small buds in the center of the leaf cluster.
While my oldest son and I were at a school function last night, my husband was in charge of the two-year-old and six-year-old boys. He thought it would be a good idea to get some yard work done while the boys played outside. It sounds good in theory. But, somehow the toddler got his hands on a pair of scissors and used them to cut the sunflowers and lilies that were growing on the south side of the house. He cut them in half, destroying any chance they'll have to bloom this year.
I still have some sunflowers left, but they are the little, scraggly plants that I didn't have much hope for. This morning, I fertilized, weeded and watered them. I'm hoping they'll find their inner strength and grow and bloom beautifully. (It sounds like there's a parenting metaphor in there somewhere, but I'm too upset over the loss of my sunflowers to bother to dig it out.)
This is the perfect example of why I leave the scissors in the spice cupboard. I don't know who left the scissors out where the toddler could get to them, but if I find out, the offending person is grounded for a month!