As I was growing up, we had 3 or 4 sunflowers that grew right behind our house. They would grow tall like sunflowers do, and I always wondered how they could support those big huge flower heads of theirs on those skinny stem they had. How they did this is irrelevant but I still sort of wonder that.
Anyway, my dad would get me in a picture touching these things every year. I would either be solo, standing up on a stepladder or I’d be in Mom or Dad’s arms giggling (yes, like a little girl…which is fine because I WAS a little girl) as I reached high enough to touch the sunflower.
That’s all, nothing more magical than that, but I really loved those big tall sunflowers.