My sister Pat suggested this posting, and since it has warmed up to a balmy 9 degrees, I figured, what the hell.
When we first moved to our home on the
There were a million things I had to do around the house and garage, and knew I wouldn’t have time to do the type of gardening I wanted to, so I finally sowed the whole thing to sunflowers. I figured it would be easy to till between the rows, which I laid out at 3 feet apart, and I would be able to keep the garden in shape, and move the rocks which had shown up when I tilled. This worked out very nicely, and I had a splendid crop of sunflowers going in no time at all. The sunflowers finally blossomed, and I found out later that my garden had become a land mark. Various folks told me that when they were given directions to somewhere in our area, one of the instructions was “go down past the sunflowers and turn left (right, whatever).”
Later that summer, we had a family gathering for some reason or other, and my sisters were always coming over to get together. My sister Penny from
These days, I still plant a patch of sunflowers, which always remind me of the above nutty sunflower story. When I plant them, I till up a spot and broadcast a handful or two of the seeds we have been feeding the birds over the winter. I run over the new seeding with the rototiller (shallow), and thin as necessary when the plants come up, a quick and easy way to plant with little risk of failure. I don’t have any pictures of this episode, we did not own a digital camera when it happened. There are probably a few of the old-fashioned pictures around, but I have not figured out how to successfully scan them into my picture folder.
To compensate for my lack of plant pictures, I am attaching a picture of a very unusual bird which comes to our porch feeder. I have not been able to identify it from my field guide, but maybe one of my readers can help out.