Ken Allan, a blogging mate of mine from Middle Earth aka New Zealand shot me a comment tonight on an earlier post to say how much he loved sunflowers. Right now my garden is abloom with them and I’ve brought a vase full of them into the house where they positively glow in the room. I grabbed this image today.
So just for you Ken, he is one of the lovely blooms which continue to follow Apollo as he gallops across the sky each day. They will continue giving pleasure in my small patch, and when the petals fall and the seeds mature, the cockatoos and other assorted parrots will be in for a treat.
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See the tall sunflower.
Think of true love, rightly proud
Of its splendid seed.
Count the bright petals.
Think of warm days filled with light
And children’s laughter.
Consider its roots.
Think of home, furnished with love,
Nourished with kindness.
I’m jealous, but thoroughly enjoying your gardens glory. So hard to imagine what it must be like having cuckatoos and parrots in your garden. Perhaps more glorious in my fantasy than when they are squawking up a storm.
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