Sunflowers remind me of home. My childhood home. Back in Kansas. All those years ago. The garden my Daddy planted every year, including several rows of sunflowers. How I loved those sunflowers... Now my home is very far removed from the home of my youth. My people are all gone now, the old homeplace long since sold to another and barely recognizable the last time I saw it but still the memory remains upon my heart, each time I see sunflowers I see the little girl in braids running across the field to hug her Daddy after the school bus dropped her off. Or I see sister and Daddy sitting on the porch spitting shells from eating sunflower seeds. Or Momma sitting on the porch swing in her apron snapping beans from the garden with our dogs at her feet. I cherish these memories for they reside within me and no other. If I should forget them does that mean they never were? I shall not think of that, no, not yet, for I do still remember after all these years.