I had this "brilliant" idea for the garden this year. At the time, I didn't think hubby would be home until after gardening season was over, and he likes bouquets -- particular bouquets from our garden -- plus not enough time to futz with it for veggies, so I bought flowering seeds. Only flowers marked as "good for bouquets."
Sooo, they were supposed to be sown in the beginning of May, but then May thought it was April and rained all month ("April showers bring May flowers" reference), so I didn't sow them until lat weekend. And, about halfway into filling pots with new soil, and then digging up old soil and adding fertilizers, I realized something.
Last year, I got very productive and threw out a bunch of stuff, including chicken coup wire that we put over pots to stop squirrels from digging into them. (It made sense at the time. Those pots were going to get already-growing veggies, so squirrels couldn't dig them up.) So, not enough time to garden still, so I sowed the rest of the seeds, and told God my predictament. ("The squirrels will dig in each pot, and I'll have no bouquets for John, right God?") He told me that there were more important things to deal with, so stop worrying.
I have to water the periennials when it doesn't rain, and it's only rained once since I sowed seeds.
Weirdest thing! A week later, and the squirrels haven't dug up a single pot yet. I mean a big empty spot of fresh soil usually attracts squirrels from 20 miles away, but nothing. Not one scratch mark. Whoa!
And now something else. Little tiny seedlings are sprouting!
Now, I'm not saying the squirrels won't come, but whoa! Maybe I get some flowers anyway.
(And I would proof this -- particularly because my spellchecker isn't working today -- but I have 4 things I have to get done before dinner -- including making it lol -- so sorry for not proofing.)