Swaying in the strong breezes of our front garden and supported by canes are the six sunflowers that we have grown from seed this year which shelter behind the hedge in the warmest spot. They are from one packet, so although the flowers are single or double, the common shade is a strong lemony yellow. I am glad to see that they attract bumblebees.
Hidden in the herb area of the back garden this year is a sunflower that came in the compost. That is not strictly true; we chucked it into a compost bin after a Sunday morning guided meditation and prayer. It is not actually a cultivated variety, but came from a packet of birdseed. (This church is not richly endowed.) It germinated among our salads in the veg-table and was transplanted to its present spot. It may or may not catch up this season sufficiently to flower.
Meanwhile, we shall leave the heads on our front garden ones to see if we in turn can provide our own home-grown bird seed. In the warm south the parakeets descended from the cemetery upon the sunflowers that grew up randomly and in profusion on our plot from the communal compost and stripped them bare. The nearest parakeets to us are in Chorlton Water Park, Manchester and have not ventured this far north. Well, regardless, we will feed whatever turns up.
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