Sunflowers

Sunflowers finally all blooming,
near frost last night

Flowery Memories

Artichokes, when ignored,

turn into flowers

Sunflowers

As I feel a deep ache for Mom, and the pain she has suffered,
I think of flowers and colors.
Flowers, because she so loves flowers
and nature, and nature's beauty.
Colors, because she took tubes of oil paints
and painstakingly squirted a dabs of paint on her palette,
mixing with the brush as she worked them into
new colors
and laid them down on the canvas,
the smell of oils and turpentine in our nostrils,
I loved to watch her do that.

Some years are better

Some years and days are better than others.
We plant the garden and have good days and bad days
amounting to good years and bad years and OK years.
The plants not so pretty with rot from too much moisture and
winds that blow "swamp gas" from the floods.
I am making my own theory about swamp gas and hope the winter
kills it with a cleansing freeze.
So I found a last year's sunflower picture
since this year is not the same.
Hopefully next year will be better.

Sunflower Parade

I can never feel as creative as a sunflower. How do they decide what color they will be this year?

How tall they must feel

date is wrong-really today. camera acts weird sometimes.



did that sunflower eat that building?

and our precious sweet corn.

I wanted to photograph the crisp blue sky-that rare September taste of cold.

Better not to edit the colors. You cannot make that bluer.

Got about a bushel of butter and sugar corn.

Next is silver queen we hope...