Gift from somewhere, someone, somehow...

I don't remember planting hollyhocks, or ever being able to grow them before this year.
When I saw the large leaves coming up in my flowerbed, I almost pulled them out, just another darned pumpkin.
But I hate to pull out any survivors or opportunists that show up in my garden unless I know for certain that they are nasty weeds.
So I let it go a bit longer. It confused me because it grew upright, instead of spreading out and smothering the rest of my plants in the bed.
It took about two months, but I finally looked at the plant,and asked, Hollyhock??
Son of a Gun....
Then I had to wait for another two weeks for the tight buds to finally begin to open. I was sure that they were going to be white because there was not a bit of color other than green around the edges of the bud.
Finally last Friday, I looked out my kitchen window, and saw these crimson beauties swaying in the wind. Serendipity?? Bird poop flowers? A gift from Above?? Don't know, but they sure are pretty, aren't they?