photo by me

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. The rainy season is my favorite time of the year.

The sunflowers are a big part of that.

I own 2 1/2 acres and part of my property is covered in sunflowers waiting to bloom. I don’t mow it. I don’t even tend it. They just grow.

Gloriously.

Beautifully.

They sprout up, their yellow heads peeking out at me and making me smile.

I value my sunflowers (and even the purple mountain thistles that grow in-between them). A sea of yellow with purple dots.

Others mow down their sunflowers saying that they are a weed, a nuisance.

I let them grow. Wild. Free. Resilient.

My sunflowers are not really mine. They are the earth’s. But they are like me. Unconventional. Roaming. Sprouting up where not wanted (heh).

My field of sunflowers wakes with heads turned to the morning sun and say, “Good morning, sunshine!”

And I can’t help but smile.