Then I spotted this in an alley. Even with autumn upon us, and the storm coming on Monday, this Wild Sunflower bush had bloomed almost overnight it seemed!
There was also a whole lot of clucking going on. This hen was also looking at the flowers, perhaps guarding them from us! The watch hen never moved, just clucked and clucked until we left.
“An acre of land between the shore and the hills...
A garden I need never go beyond,
Broken but neat, whose sunflowers every one
Are fit to be the sign of the Rising Sun...”