Last year I helped out a lot with the gardening in the village where I live, and one of my beautiful additions was planting two dozen sunflower seeds around the village fountain. This year I didn't help out. Not because I didn't want to, but because of small town politics, being super busy with my kids/artwork, and mostly just craving a little more privacey in a very small everyone knows everyone and everything kind of place.
The sunflowers I planted were beautiful. Half of the 24 seeds grew, and grew tall. They were the first thing you saw as you pulled into the village, and the last thing on your way out. They were noticeable from the adjoining state route and also when you sat on the general stores front porch. Our village has always had sunflowers, every year in front of the general store and also where ever the seeds found their way by the wind. Hence my want for planting them at the fountain. They grew so tall and strong that when cutting them down in the fall I had to use a hand saw!
Anywho... like I said I didn't help out this year so imagine my surprise when picking up pizza last night and getting out of the car I spied a full grown and fully bloomed sunflower towering amongst the weeds and ignored and withering flowers of our fountain!
Surprised because one little seed from dozens of seeds that fell rooted and grew without my notice. And I notice everything... so for it to pass my eye well that's just odd. But there it was, for me I think. A reminder of last years hard work and the beauty of late summer.