I have written about my love for Colorado’s wild sunflowers that pop up in early August, heralding in the subtle beginnings of autumn. They adorn most major streets, swaying gently when the cars swish by. If you head east on Platte, there are fields and fields of them, their black seed faces stretched toward the sun. There is also a house in our neighborhood that is jam packed with tall sunflowers. They are in the front yard, the back yard, and they are even popping up near an adjacent storm drain. They brighten even the most unattractive corners of the Springs.
I’ve tried to grow some for the last two years, but have been unsuccessful. They are Malcolm’s favorite, and my fall favorite, so we will be trying again next year.
What’s delighted you today?