I’ve been looking at this photo for quite a while now, trying to figure out why I find it so disconcerting. I think it must be because my eyes don’t know where to go. A sunflower is so visually arresting that you’re drawn right to it, only in this case, you’re drawn to it, and it, and then it, and it, and it …
Then again, it could be mystical. Wikipedia says that the seeds in sunflowers are arranged according in a series of interconnecting spirals and that the number of left-hand spirals and right-hand spirals are successive Fibonacci numbers. And Fibonacci numbers are something having to do with the “golden spiral” and “golden ratio” that appear in strange places in nature, like the arrangement of the fruit cones of a pineapple and the prickly things on pine cones and unfurling fern fronds. I would explain more but I didn’t understand the explanations so I can’t. I’m a gardener, not a mathematician.
The first of my sunflowers bloomed this morning, and I was thrilled to see it. So will my next-door neighbor Julio be. Julio rarely talks to me about my garden, but he must like sunflowers, because he asks about them. He first brought them up about a month ago, while I was weeding the tomatoes. “No sunflowers this year?” he asked.
“They’re coming,” I assured him, and pointed one out. It was only about a foot tall.
He looked dubious. And he must have been, because he asked about them again a few weeks later: “You didn’t plant sunflowers this year?”
“I did. They’re just not big yet. It takes them a long time to get big.” You’d think he’d understand that; he’s the dad of four kids. But I guess he won’t really be satisfied until they’re eight feet tall.
Gee, you don’t think he’s in a hurry because he’s tired of looking at us, do you?
Photo by Bruce Fritz.