The heavy rain was welcome, to be sure. The heat of summer was beginning to feel a smidgen oppressive. If humidity and 100 degree plus temps can even be considered a trifle of hot oppression.
The wind and hail had me concerned, though, that the flowers the children had grown from seed might be pummeled and broken.
Not to worry.
The sunflowers still stand intact, despite one whose head hangs a wee low. Tis a bit heavy that one, as it is of the large variety.
Sweet and cheerful these blooms are. Smiles without faces.
Sunshine on a stick.
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