It rained last night, a lot…but it did take the smoke out of the air and made the world a little bit fresher than it’s been for quite some time.
It also beat up the sunflowers across the street.
Back in March/April, when all of “this” started, we were out for a walk. We stopped to chat with a woman doing something or other outside the townhouse complex she lives in and we pointed to a little rectangle of grass that had been scratched back and had a little tiny fence of twigs placed protectively around it.
I asked what was planted there and she looked massively annoyed and said “Who knows”.
I’d clearly touched a nerve and she felt that “someone” in their little community had overstepped some boundary by planting something without Strata approval.
Over the following weeks (and months) the plants poked their noses out of the ground and I constantly puzzled over what they were. Eventually the plants reached a foot tall and I finally recognized the leaves as belonging to future sunflowers.
Months later, several of the plants are not eight feet tall with sunny yellow, though now slightly battered, heads that nod to everyone passing by.
The rain stopped for a little bit, and a few small patches of blue showed themselves, for a short period. But it was long enough to go and take a photo of a ball of alternative sunshine against a background of blue and white.
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