Now, I’m not really a “big fan of the sunflowers,” as my son likes to say – they’re all stalk and leaves and look far better en mass in fields than they do on a singular basis. I was born in Kansas, so I feel I’ve earned the right to this opinion. My husband must have heard me mention my feelings about these flowers once and only heard a few select words. He reassembled them in his head and remembered them as “I was born in Kansas and I’m a big fan of sunflowers.” So imagine my complete lack of delight when he planted sunflower seeds. As a surprise. For me.
Me: “What on earth is that big gangly thing that’s sprouting in that pot on the deck?”
Marty: “It’s a sunflower! Don’t you love it?!”
I tried to kill it by sheer neglect, but those things are hardy. I grumbled about the unfortunate color combination of yellow and brown, which reminded me far too much of my Catholic high school uniform colors. Then, one day, I decided to have a closer look at the center, bearing the perfect mathematical spiral of Fibonacci’s Sequence, which is actually quite lovely.
I decided to make the photograph a little more magical than average. No color, a bit of hazy mist, and the focus on the miracle of nature’s perfect spiral.
Then, one day, I “forgot” to transplant it when it outgrew the planter on the deck. I pretended to be sad when it died, but now you all know the truth. At least we have this photograph to remember it by…