SUNFLOWERS

When I first moved to the Tennessee wilderness I said "This is fantastic! I'll never have to do yard work again!"

Two and a half years later, I'm looking out my window at acres of weeds that are the size of small trees and torrential rains that only bother to cease a few times a month. 
I don't need a lawnmower or a gallon of weed killer. I need tractors, plows, and about a dozen able-bodied field hands.

I had initially wanted to cultivate an impressive garden but the sloping, impossibly hilly terrain has thwarted my plans - - not to mention the jungle of Mega Weeds (capitalized for emphasis).

 The photo on the right was taken when I first moved here, before the invasion of the monster weeds

Yesterday afternoon, during a heroic surge of rare energy, I crawled out onto the back porch and planted some sunflowers. It was a modest gesture in appreciation of the arrival of spring - and I might plant some more innocuous things next week.

If I can find a few more inches of level ground. 

An aside:
While I was crawling and planting, there was a sporadic barrage of gunfire in the forest behind my house, which lasted about half an hour (I stayed low just in case of stray bullets). Eventually the blasts moved farther away and dwindled.
Hunters? Or soused hillbillies with idle hours to kill? Heck if I know. 

I used to enjoy growing sunflowers when I lived in West Texas because it was a perfect climate for them. 

All the sunflowers on this post are ones that I grew in West Texas.

 

Here I am catering to the Texas sunflowers.

Note:

I initially wrote a different blog post for today, but when I tried to publish it the page wouldn't load and it was eventually lost forever. I've been having numerous frustrating problems with Blogger lately.

My other blog:
http://cabinetofcurioustreasures.blogspot.com