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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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One of the wonders of an indoor garden for me is the opportunity to look back.  I can snip my sprouts, in this case sunflowers, and then after tossing them onto a plate, I can look back at their pot and I find such glorious things like liquid rolling down a stem.

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sunflower seeds

sunflower seeds sprouting in a shallow pot

an impromptu salad

place spinach greens on a plate

add sliced grape tomatoes and radishes

pick sunflower sprouts and drop on top

sprinkle with garlic powder, black pepper and sea salt

drizzle with olive oil and balsamic vinegar

eat!

(and plant more seeds)

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I have been having great difficulty photographing sunflowers.  Somehow the image of the whole flower is never quite right.  Finally I decided to stop worrying about the mythic image and enjoy the beauty of the abstract.

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I have written before of my views through various Somerville windows especially the ones in Steve’s kitchen.   From one window in particular I like to stare down into a small garden.  This year the landlord has been preoccupied so the garden is overrun in a beautiful way.  Rose and purple morning glories entwine every surface, including the tall stalks of the sunflowers.

Greek oregano overshadows Thai basil.  Rosemary holds its own against a crumbling retaining wall.  Green tomatoes grow ever larger watched lustfully by gray squirrels that live in the adjacent oak tree and the “rat” whose home is beneath the garden.  I put rat in quotes because there is some disagreement whether the furry fellow is a rat or some other long-nosed, long-whiskered, long-tailed creature. Regardless, I still call him Roscoe Rat when I spy him nibbling on roots.  No names do I give to the sparrows, starlings and sparrows.  There are just too many and while lovely they seem indistinguishable as they skip around for insects and seeds.  Nor do I try to name the most recent visitor, a bright yellow finch.  Each morning for a week it has dropped out of the sky to alight upon the sunflowers.  Each visit is only five seconds or so.  How much longer he will visit before migrating onward I do not know.  Even if he should appear no more the memories of his presence remain indelible.  Two shades of gold together, feathered and petaled, touched by early morning sunlight.

 

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