Above if you look closely are three stalks of sunflower plants that I carefully staked against a storm and which rabbits or a groundhog had for lunch leaving only the fibrous stalk. (The rock is an artificial cover for our natural gas tank.)
I am not holding my breath to see the blossom of this bud in the photo above.
And here they left me a little baby flower... for today. Life is so ephemeral.
This lovely species has lingered in my mind ever since I saw on TV a sunflower field at the edge of where workers were searching for bodies from that Malaysian plane that was exploded by a Russian missile. The flowers did not know they had become a graveyard for children and they kept smiling and blooming on into oblivion.
I am lucky to have a few bloomers with which I photo-play on this breezy afternoon where no bombs, missiles or planes are currently falling from the sky, only dry yellow leaves from the tulip tree. Amazing how these flowers keep their optimistic smiles in this world of chaos!
Will they be here after we are long gone I wonder?