Every winter, I put out seeds for the small birds that come to my back yard. Every summer, I get surprises where the the birds have redeposited those seeds. This sunflower came up in one of the small containers attached to the fence. At first, I thought it was a weed, but the more I looked at it the more it looked like a sunflower. So I left it alone, and planted fuchsias around it. Over the summer, it grew, in that tiny container, to be about 4 feet tall. It had only a single blossom, but it followed the sun every day. It was a true testament to the power of fulfilling your destiny or of the saying "Bloom where you are planted".
Watercolor on 140 lb paper. I tried to do this loosely and quickly and to let the colors be the focus more than the drawing. And besides, sometimes sunflowers are a little unkempt and imperfect. I think there's a lesson in that, too.