Why Sunflowers Make Me Smile

Remember the old song, “Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy” – well, I feel the same way about Sunflowers in my front yard!

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Not only do these beauties provide a feast for the finches, they also bring to my mind a sweet childhood memory.

You see, when I was about six or seven years old, my elementary school teacher sent each of her students home with a little potted flower whose green stem was just starting to poke through the top of the soil.  The idea was to plant it and watch it grow over the summer months.  I chose a Zinnia, and my Mom and I put it in a prominent place, right in the center of our front flower bed.  I watered it and watched it and watered it and watched it, and before long it started to grow.  And it grew…and it grew…we’re taking “Jack and the Beanstalk”…and it grew some more.

It turns out my Zinnia was really a Sunflower.  It got to be as high as the house, with a sunny face as big as a pie plate.  Needless to say, it didn’t quite blend in with the other flowers in the front bed.  Good thing we gave it a prominent place!  Now, whenever I see a Sunflower (or hear the word “Zinnia”) that memory warms my heart.  Here is an old photo I dug up so you can see for yourself.

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I went out the other day and took a few pictures of one of these lovely flowers.  If you want to get one with all of its petals intact, you have to be fast…

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….because as soon as they blossom, the Goldfinches show up and start playing “He loves me, he loves me not” to get to the center seeds.  This fellow perched on top and posed for a couple pictures.

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And this fellow dropped by too.  He is molting right now, but will soon be as brilliant as the flower he is munching on.

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Yes – Sunflowers definitely make me smile.

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About kathydoremus

Wife, mother, daughter, and friend. One who dabbles in writing, thinks in rhyme, and is utterly unable to escape the allure of alliteration:) Amateur nature photographer. A backyard bird watcher, a hiker of non-strenuous trails to waterfalls, and a fan of Atlanta sports teams. Driver of an orange Jeep Renegade who goes by the name of Earl. One who is nourished by silence, solitude, and a good cup of coffee. A lover of God’s Word and the riches that are hidden there. An extremely ordinary jar of clay who longs to see and be satisfied by the glory of God, and to somehow display that in my everyday life.
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9 Responses to Why Sunflowers Make Me Smile

  1. atkokosplace says:

    They make me smile too. They are such a happy smile. It’s like a giant face beaming beautifully at you! What a happy post! Thank you! 🙂

  2. Love!! Especially since I was specifically searching for a photo of this particular kind of sunflower to paint….hopefully, today!! Thank you so much, Kathy! Beautiful captures, as always!

  3. Jodi says:

    Kathy what a fun story and adorable photo of you as a child with your “zinnia!” 🙂 Loved it!

    • kathydoremus says:

      My daughter and I had fun looking through old photo albums to find that picture! Needless to say, we laughed at some of the fashion statements I made through the years!

  4. Great photos then and now, Kathy! 🙂

  5. Jill Kuhn says:

    Sunflowers were one of my mom’s favorite flowers. Thank you for sharing your memories so I could be reminded of my own! Enjoyed your childhood photo too! Wow, that must have been quite a surprise for your mom too – especially right there in the front yard! 😊🌻🌞

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