At the start of summer, I thought I would put aside my disdain for amaranth — so coarse, so Victorian — and grow whole stands of it so that I might condescend to change my view of this seedy annual.
Instead, the amaranth spurned me. No wonder people also call it love-lies-bleeding. The tiny black grains of amaranth seed germinated in their pots, but they never seemed to develop beyond a nascent stage, to a point where I could transplant them. I had started them too late, and the dry summer didn’t help.
I consoled myself by planting other heat-loving annuals: tithonias, zinnias and good old sunflowers. All three are doing quite nicely, which may have something to do with their natural kinship.
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