The eyes of their eyes are open

Here are the meek beginnings of our sunflowers last June:



“Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth, And life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light.”
Eugenio Montale

And now this:


All summer the stalks were growing taller, but no flowers came until last week. I felt like there was a line of headless sunflower people standing in our yard. Now, when I stand at the kitchen sink, I look out to see they have all opened their eyes and lifted their heads. They say: Well, Hello!

Taller than a daddy!