The sunflower house has come full circle. Many of the heavy blooms hit the ground, kissing the very earth they came from, and spilling their bounty of seeds for the birds and squirrels. Other strong ones remained in the ring still standing tall to the very last hour; wilting, drying, and preserving their fruit all nestled in concentric rings deep within the depths of their furry brown centers.
We enjoyed a crisp and cool weekend afternoon outdoors, the Craunlets clad in their hero capes, harvesting the bounty of seeds to dry for next year. The sheer joy and amazement of collection was astounding to see--that the Craunlets understood and calculated immediately the grand return that the sunflowers had yielded, and the potential for next year. They were giddy as the counted up our pile of seeds. This love of life is convicting and contagious both, and a pure joy.