On any regular day, I have a black thumb. BLACK. I attribute it to my forgetfulness when it comes to watering. I had a tiny sunflower plant that was growing pretty well until I left it out on the ledge during a few hot days and again, forgot to water it. It shriveled up and died. The red geranium on my balcony is doing alright because it can take a few days (or a week+) without getting water. I've been watering it regularly now since I spend more time on the balcony and it's doing great! It's amazing what a difference water can make!
Anyway, the whole point to this story is that I planted some wildflower seeds a while ago in a couple of pots I had (from bulbs that never came back after dying) and they've been growing! One pot of seeds sprouted up with a vengeance while the other pot was a little slower to grow, but it's trucking along. I've been anxiously awaiting a flower. Any flower. Even a SINGLE flower. There are finally a few small buds forming on a plant in each pot, but they haven't opened yet. I've been faithfully watering them and even talking to them a little and encouraging them to GROW. Then, yesterday, a couple of small white flowers opened up! I was thrilled. You've never seen someone so excited to see a flower!
I have no idea if there are any more flowers today, but I'm totally stoked about those two little white fleurs. I can't wait for the rest of them to start blooming!