Every morning when my puppy wakes me up before the sun, I groan my way down the stairs to let her out. This one glorious sunflower off my back porch greets the first light. Each morning it’s just me and this flower as the sun hits our faces. Only one, despite the hundred or so in my neighbor’s yard. But one gets noticed.
Often one or two bees will crawl drunkenly across it’s center, covered in fluffy golden pollen, staggering around taking all they can get. I laugh, and watch it change each day. The flower counts the days down to the end of summer – I savor it’s brilliant petals!