Sunflowers

I was reading a section in my writing book that was talking about being specific. Instead of writing "that flower in the window box", write that geranium in the window box. Okay, but sometimes I like not being specific, because it forces you to imagine any kind of flower you want. I would never imagine a geranium. I would imagine my own kind of flower in the colors I felt like at the moment. . . for instance, it's autumn and I'm in the process of drawing some flowers. . . they're going to be orangish, reddish, yellowish which jives with the autumny feelings and colors I'm undergoing right now.

I've decided I'm crazy for anything sunflower, long sweeping fields of them, a sea of yellow on a green background, postcards and scenes of the south of France and Italy come to mind. As summer disappears and the gray of winter is approaching the sunflower just seems like such a joyful, happy, warm flower. It's a yellow burst that looks like a sun, and it's so needed in winter. I just want to find everything sunflower and surround myself with it. I found this sunflower cup at a rummage sale the other day. I'm thrilled. I love having my coffee out of it in the morning.