Sunflower’s Monday

is looking good.  Four feet, eight inches.  Tall enough to ride the roller coaster at Cedar Point. 

A feast of seeds filling out.  I knew the road super will be on vacation this week.  I asked him about Sunflower, last week.

“I guess you’re in charge.”  I have to water it every afternoon, because “that south sun is hot against that white door, and it’s only growing in concrete and gravel.”  Since he’s home, a mile away, painting his house this week, I hope he takes pity on me and makes Sunflower checkups on his way to the hardware store.

I have a plan.  I sent two more grandkids off to art camp this week.  Laura and Francis, the twin cousins (born two weeks apart), will Paint like Picasso this week. 

When I pick them up we’ll nip up the street to the town hall.  Nothing like kids to enjoy hauling a bucket of water. Or three.  That's how many I'll have in the back seat.