Sunflower Sunday. Few things say summer like sunflowers.

While out for an evening walk I noticed this fine specimen waving languidly in the soft breeze. To say it's sultry this time of the year is quite the understatement but as one would expect, sunflowers take it in ever so stylish stride. Making their harsh drought riddled existence look like a conversation and an espresso with friends at the local coffee shop. Grace under pressure personified. If there's more than a few sunflowers and the wind is slow or even better yet still, the honey like aroma they exude into the air is mesmerizing in it's sweetness. Summertime = sunflowers. I breathe it in...and I smile.