Autumn, the time the sunflowers seem to flourish, illuminate their beauty and showy blouses.
Like us, the sunflower’s youthful looks seem to appeal more. Yet, within the external beauty, lies the internal pods, pods that burst, with sunflower seeds that are plentiful.
We, as humans, wither with age, our bodies change, and like the sunflower, we appear differently to family, friends, and others. For some it is a slow progression, for others it moves quicker.
I find beauty even in the decaying sunflower. It is the natural order of things, of the life cycle. The beauty is still there, still vivid, if one takes the time to notice.