Saturday, July 6, 2019
I’ve been following the progress of a giant sunflower, that gratuitously appeared as a tiny sprout, just a couple of leafs, in a dirt plot beside my house. I’d have pulled the weed, but happened to be playing with a new phone app that identifies plants. It found this one to be, “common sunflower”. Well, I’ve an affinity for sunflowers, and so, let that one continue growing. I never expected to see evolving my most favorite variety, a giant sunflower! Finally now, it’s main, top flower is just opening. And wowza! The plant’s supporting heavy stem is producing more budding flowers.
Sighting sunflowers, and especially the giant ones, sends my thoughts back many years and triggering comforting memories, filled with light. Originally, I’m a country gal who grew up in the vicinity of Kansas. My memory fills that area with the lovely songs of Meadowlarks, and in my mind’s eye the place is covered with sunflowers. Now, here I am retired, living in Oregon’s high desert country, and find myself tossed back in time by the gift from a bird.
On July 4, my little city celebrated it’s 30-something, annual Pet March, a crowded, noisy, fun event that’s always enjoyable. I was walking toward the event, through a neighborhood and leading my donkey–all got up in a patriotic costume–when suddenly, we found ourselves moving through a giant sunflower garden!
Those tall happy plant faces waving above Pimmy and me instantly aroused an inner joy. I laughed, realizing that other folks love giant sunflowers, too! In that moment, I vowed that heretoforth a bit of my property will be set aside and seeded to grow beautiful giant sunflowers.
Dear Friends, Some special moments most pleasantly merge past and present. Diana
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