It keeps plopping itself at the very front of the border.
It has done this for several years.
Each of those years I have dug it up
And moved it to the back
Where tall things are supposed to live
In a traditional perennial border.
Yet, year after year
It has had a front row seat.
Imagine how pleased I was
When this spring it stayed put
In the back.
A bird must have dropped a sunflower seed
In the exact same spot
Where the hollyhock grew.
I should have just pulled it
When it was little.
But my gardener’s curiosity
Always gets the best of me.
I had to let it grow
To see what it becomes.
Since I’ve never planted 12 foot sunflowers
I had no idea that it would grow
Should I chop it down
Cutting it off from it’s moment of glory?
Can’t do that.
I can’t help but wonder
What is the lesson here?
What is it about this particular place
That always grows such giant plants?
Are they trying to tell me something?
Something I really need to learn?
Maybe the location has something to do
With getting my attention.
It might have gotten lost
Buried deep in the mass of Coneflower and Phlox.
It had to park at the front to be seen
I wonder if we let this happens with people?
Do we get so busy that we let friendships
Get lost in the Coneflowers?
Gardens…the perennial teacher.
“Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand.” –Karl A. Menniger