Forever loved: Sunflower
There is a sense in which the sun never sets. Race ever eastward, leaping longitudes like jump rope, and you will stay in the light. Nestle in memory, grateful for the days given, and you will stay in bloom.
There is a sense in which the sun never sets. Race ever eastward, leaping longitudes like jump rope, and you will stay in the light. Nestle in memory, grateful for the days given, and you will stay in bloom.
“It will be seventy-five degrees and sunny every day, then rain softly all night. Everyone will be ensured a universal basic allowance of ravioli.” This was my old friend Rick’s campaign promise. Sunflower would not have voted for him.
Are you listening? I mean, are you really listening? Do you hear that? Concentrate. That is the sound of a cat sanctuary all the way over in Ringoes, New Jersey.
A recent, book-based televised series made a very great big deal about winter being on its way. Such a big deal was made that even non-readers and non-viewers could barely avoid the repetitions of a key phrase. They definitely could not avoid the memes. Reality check. Now, securely enfolded and embraced by the early promise […]
Everyone who has ever lived has had a bad hair day. Everyone who lived through the 1980s had a bad hair decade. For the record, I was very proud of my fairly long mullet, which was most punky when paired with short spikes on top. (No, you may not see a picture. No one can […]
It started sometime after the pandemic became pedestrian. Circa July 2020, a new, gnawing, unshuttupable hunger took hold. I needed sunflowers.
“Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful.” – Annette Funicello “Excellence I can reach for; perfection is God’s business.” – Michael J. Fox “Amen to all that.” – Sunflower and Olivia Rosenberg
You gave us wonder and splendor. You gave us the return of Bill and Ted (see above). You gave us the feast day of St. Augustine, and the annual pondering as to whether or not his friends called him “Gus.” You gave us an uncommonly high volume of marmalade cats.
Late have I loved you, unrelenting autumn. But this year, even when it’s hard to fare forward, there’s a certain comfort in being able to fall into your arms.
Oh August, sweet little August, you are young yet, and tender. Yet as you grow, we have a request for you. On behalf of every individual of every species on every continent, subcontinent and islet: please be kind.