Summer sun

When I think of sunflowers, I think of children.
Sharing the wonder of planting, growing and reaping something of beauty—with such grandeur, that it becomes an impressive experience, long remembered.
A small seed to place in the soil—surging toward the sunshine, standing strong against the wind. Watching each sunrise.

Reminding us how small we are, too.
A simple lesson of life.
A simple, summer pleasure.





But the actual sunflower itself is anything but simple. What we casually call a "flower" is, in fact, a dense cluster of many tiny flowers, called "florets", each producing one fruit. And the pattern of their spiral arrangement in the center of each flower head, is successive Fibonacci numbers. How incredible!

And, to think, I regard it as a simple, summer pleasure.