I know the last time we had a “NoooooooOOOOOOoooooo” in a gardening related post, I had just accidentally poisoned myself. I will tell you up front that this is not the case again. But the Butcher and I were headed out this morning to get some mulch and some stakes for the new tree so that the Butcher can plant it tomorrow and I looked over and saw that where I planted the joe pye weed was completely under water.
The Butcher waits for me to say anything. I say nothing.
He says, “Let me guess. You’re thinking how all those seeds you planted last week probably just set sail down the driveway. And how you wasted all that money.”
To which I say nothing.
Because the Butcher is psychic.
My only hope is that, because the Joe Pye weed is supposed to grow and thrive under the very conditions in which I want to place it, that it has developed some sort of coping mechanism for being drown under inches of water.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Where’d you plant it? Your water sits there for a long time before it starts to move so the seeds are probably still under there somewhere.