My daughter called me on her drive home from Ann Arbor over the weekend to tell me she was passing field after field of sunflowers, a beautiful sight. We decided someone has to grow all those seeds we buy each winter for the birds.
I pass a small home garden each morning on my way to the post office and the whole west edge of the garden is several rows of sunflowers, greeting the sun. I’ve never gone by in the afternoon; I don’t know if the flowers face west then. There are two hives at the front of the garden, and I think they are the source of the bees I see working the flower beds at the town hall.
Sunny is soldiering on. I think her head was permanently bowed down in those relentless days of hundred degree heat, but her stalk is firm. A few more leaves are gone. We’ll see.