Has it really been 3 years since I planted the seed. It’s memory is firmly rooted in my mind.
Fall flowers, particularly the sunflower. Look for it before the pumpkin gets fat, and hold it in a jar on all hallows eve.

The humble sunflower stands tall, head and shoulders above the rest. Chummy with the scarecrow, sharing sunflower grace.

A jewel. A celestial sigh, for the living. A balm for the soul and seed for the birds.

The last of summer’s kiss. A bowing of its crown before a long winter ahead.