Can-can holiday in the sunflower bed

Tonight, after the lawn was mowed and the dahlias transplanted, those little chianti sunflowers that I planted as seeds back on Tax Day finally landed in the ground. They’re in good company with a few strawberry blondes, two valentines, several mammoths and one moulin rouge. Sounds like a fun group. Makes me wish for a millisecond that I was a sunflower. But I bet that if they do actually know the significance of their names they’re probably too busy growing roots and photosynthesizing to go on a hot date or have any parties. Soon their bright faces will be shielding my living room window from the rest of the world and gracing me every morning with sunshiny petals of happiness. Grow speed racers! Grow!