Not far from where I am living is a large community garden. Patterns of rectangles set the garden in proper order. Dirt paths have become a menagerie of weeds yet still define the borders around the individual small plots Together all the plots appear to me like a college trial garden -- a little bit of this and a little bit of that -- a botanical community.
The Mammoth sunflowers were still standing tall when I recently walked through the aging plant plantation that was devoid of humans. The sun shown down on the garden giving the sunflowers some of their last breaths of "growing" light. Mammoth's stand very tall with one gigantic seed-filled head -- a bird feeding paradise. If the heads bend to the ground small mammals enjoy the bounty.
What I enjoy about sunflowers is their ultimate beauty as they age through the growing season. Fall brings their dark seed heads -- advertising to birds, "here is my sustainable gift to you. -- come and enjoy, I will give to you like the sun, rain, and wind has given to me through spring and summer."
They remind me that one can still give the gift of nurturing in the fall season of their life.