Sunflower Report 2.0

It was a doozy of a storm yesterday, but the hardy souls survived; nary a tornado actually dared touch down in the sunflower zone, but they were known to be about. The sky was truly green, and I was somewhat ridiculously standing outside with a big grin on my face and an umbrella — but I was at least near the house, and watching carefully for escalating winds.

This brute is as yet un-named, but might end up being called Grondag, descendant of Grond.

Grondag interestingly appears to have additional flower heads growing at each stem, like an apocalyptic harbinger of doom, sure to inspire fear and dread in the neighbor’s yappy dog, which frolics unaware just feet away, under the mistaken impression that the fence will protect it.

This is what things look like at the very tippy top of the sunflowers, when they are starting to consider developing flower heads.

The baker’s half dozen in the back corner seem to be growing prodigously now, no longer cowering before the onslaught of vampire rabbits.

Itchy and Scratchy survived the storm too — I actually had the most concern for them, foolishly trying to tether them to the electric pole, I mean the sequoia sunflower, behind them, in the seconds leading up to the maelstrom.