Since we've had a garden, my wife has always asked to make room for flowers. Me, being practical, have always declined the proposition and relegated her flowers to the front of the house. I look at my plants like my animals: it serves a tangible purpose, or it's gone. And by tangible, I mean it feeds me, clothes me, protects me, or makes me some money. If I'm going to spend my time, weeding, watering, and caring for a plant, it has to do something!
Well, this fall we expanded the garden enough that there was plenty of room for my wife's flowers. She planted her favorite zinnias and cosmos, and my mother sent the kids some sunflower seeds to spread around at will. A lot of the sunflowers were the generic yellow and brown-black sunflowers you see covering the fields in the south. A few of them were different.