I planted a sunflower seed when I was 8 years old, along the side of our house. I was enchanted that the black and white streaked shell could be opened like a gate by the green sprout within. My father went on a sabbatical when the sunflower was still shorter than me, and we moved to Texas for the year. I came across letters from Mrs. Firth, our next door neighbor. I was worried about my sunflower, and had written to her, and she reassured me that it was fine. The growing plant is a wonder.
One evening I went with Stratoz when he needed to water his school garden, and there was a sunflower taller than he was. I took some pictures of it in full stature.
One of the first mandalas I ever made in mosaic was a sunflower, and to discover there were orange ones was a bonus. I return to sunflowers again, and admire their beautiful faces.
Sunflower Mandala in Nutmeg Designs Etsy Shop
More Orange Goodness at my Orange Tuesdays Pinterest Board.