It is said that when the Mormans left Missouri in the 1830's in search of a place where they could live their beliefs, a trail of sunflower seeds was scattered by the first wagon train to mark their trail. When the next wagon train set out the following year, the Mormans were guided to their new home in Utah by the trail of sunflowers which had blossomed before them. There are strange evenings when even the flowers have a soul. The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
Flowers are restful to look at.
They have neither emotions nor conflicts. This sunflower was painted by Bobbie Nicholson , who has graciously allowed me to showcase it on this page. For a fantasy garden, the sunflower takes the prize.