I have come to the conclusion that sunflowers should be the official flower of September.
My self-declared proclamation stems from the fact that sunflowers, to me, are the transitional blossom between the true end of summer and the inevitable beginning of fall.
They are like some visible rite of passage for the season with their beautiful little heads, weighted down by seeds, standing in brilliant contrast against the soon-to-be autumn sky.
I do realize I’ve posted more than my share of sunflowers in the past few weeks, but I can’t seem to help myself.
They are cheery and bright.
Nodding their little heads in farewell to summer as they welcome fall.
She Who Needs to Come to Terms with the End of Summer