Sunflowers are to flowers what Great Danes are to dogs.
You can't help but laugh a little when you look at them.
For the past few weeks, I've been walking past a house with a thriving sunflower garden. This is no easy feat in squirrel town. These majestic, somewhat goofy flowers stand way taller than the average person. I'd guess eight feet.
It takes almost all my energy to keep from swinging from one.
This morning, I noticed that the garden was somewhat pared back and someone had tacked a white sheet to one of the remaining sunflowers. On it, in big block letters was written:
I curse you, thief of our sunflower.
I guess someone with less self control than I have must have succumbed.
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