Bloom where you are planted

I never plant sunflowers at my home even though I love them. My house faces east and west and neither provides enough hours of sunlight to successfully grow them.  It seems kind of cruel top place a pant where you know it will have a difficult time. And yet, every year there is at least one sunflower struggling to reach the sun. I'm sure the birds have dropped them which is why they seem to grow in such odd places. This one sprang up out of the patch of irises near the deck.  It grew tall and spindly but it did produce a flower.

Even though the conditions were less than hospitable, it did its very best and gave its all and was ultimately, successful. I admire that.

Watercolor paint in the hadbook sketchbook.