Good morning!
It’s Tuesday, and October is here.
Yesterday I headed to Blue Hill to run errands. Blue Hill is our closest “town,” although you still have to drive another half hour before you’ll find a traffic light.
Blue Hill has three banks, two hardware stores, two gas stations, two grocery stores (if you count the co-op), and a grand old library with two working fireplaces.
There’s even a coffee shop in a space the size of a garden shed—across from which sits the post office, whose parking lot manages to accommodate a sprawling and lovingly tended flower garden.
I’ve been watching these sunflowers all summer long. They are massive. They stand guard by the post office steps, their seed-laden faces bent down like streetlights. It’s impossible to stand beneath one and not smile, and so that is exactly what we shall do this morning.
“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”
—Henri Matisse
Onwards,
Clara
You must live in a very magical place if you have these glorious sunflowers 🌻 by your post office… ours has weeds. Glad you got to bask in its glory!
That is one big sunflower ! Happy critters benefitted from that one !