The sunflower seeds that I sent to one of my brothers are doing well. During the most recent heat wave in Virginia, he described diligently watering their stalwart green stems along with his green pepper plants. I asked him this morning if they have yet to bloom and he replied, “No. They just keep growing taller! They are already taller than the porch. The landlord worries they might overgrow the house. The stems are so thick and the leaves so broad, you can’t see anything. They are creating a natural wall. The landlord may want to cut them down.” I encouraged him not to allow that to happen. While they are not beanstalks for Jack to climb, who knows what’s to be found at the top of those flowers once they pierce the clouds?
As for these sunflowers, they were to be found in Boston’s Copley Square as I dashed through the Farmers Market this past Friday. A delightful sight, living up to their name, like the sun come down to the ground.
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