With all of the gardens here on the farm...
it's nice to have help from time to time.
It seems the birds are always happy to help...
especially when it comes to planting sunflowers.
This particular blossom is growing out of a pot of black and salmon petunias
that I planted on my front porch.
Originally there were just these...
in the pot. However, a few weeks ago I noticed a volunteer growing up tall
from the blossoms.
I knew it was a sunflower and decided to just let it grow where it was.
It sort of represents my approach to gardening these days.
I no longer strive for order and symmetry...
but instead just enjoy the journey on which Mother Nature leads me.
Things no longer need to be the kind of perfect that I sought in my younger years.
Now, the perfection lies in the essence of the being... be it plant or animal.
You might notice when you look at the front of our house that we once again have
quite a prolific patch of milkweed growing in the garden.
Technically a weed, yes, but food and shelter for traveling Monarch butterflies.
And so, once again, I don't have the heart to pull it.
It is perfect right where it is and serves an important purpose.
Who am I to pass judgement on...