To help me to remember.

Outside my back door between the path and the gate grows a pretty little purple flower, a dog violet? Not sure what it's called but it's so sweet. I didn't plant it. Maybe a bird helped it. I think a bird might have been responsible for the two sunflowers that were growing in the butternut squash. I've transplanted them both and we're hoping they'll grow tall and proud. They'll be like the direct opposite of these tiny treasures.