Rotating suns

“Girasoli” in Italian. The suns that rotate.

Amore tells me that this is only true when they are young. Once old they become too stiff to turn with the sun. I think these are quite new, the season is starting. This is the first field I find this year. And my friend decided to become one of them.

If you want more, here are two sunflower posts from my first blog.

• The investigation from 2014.
• The return of the killer flowersuns in 2015.

What is yellowing over there?

“Me too, me too!”

“What to do, what to do.”

“I know. Smile and turn!”

“And click!”

“I’m taller than all the rest.”

All these cars had to evade ours, left by the road.

Who is askew now?

Oleander wants to compete.

“They wish to make me one of them.”

“I better go while I still have my colours.”

“Hello, the guardian of the sunflowers.”

“Hey, girls. How about this heat!”

They will always, always remind me of an obedient army.

An alien.

Compared to corn fields in Iowa, this is throwing away space.

Nothing against Iowa as such, farmers there get less for selling corn than they spend on breeding it. Who is breeding whom?

Has just been reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma.

This power plant is more or less idle.

As with most things, it’s easier with water.

Photo: © signature mmm