I've loved having sunflowers this summer, watching them sprout from seeds into some plants that tower over me. I've never paid much attention to sunflowers, never grown any, but I am entranced. And I've noticed the different kinds; we have two, a tall massive plant and thinner delicate plants, and the gas station down the road has a third, tall massive but orangier plant. I have studied where the seeds are and watched the buds in various phases of growth and decay. Sure, I've seen Van Gogh's
Sunflowers, but I've never really paid that much real attention. I'll credit "Doctor Who" for encouraging me to think twice about that painting and its commentary on the cycle of life.
So today, we went out into the garden and did some watercolors of our own sunflowers.The first one is Bud's; then it is Sis's, her own design . . .but it still has a sunflower! The last three are mine (and, as these are actually watercolor notecards, I sent the first one to Miss M, who is quarantined in the hospital for stem cell treatment.)