That Wind!

Well it stopped last night, that wind. 

Had whipped my not so long hair around my face like an unsuccessful lasso and I couldn't see. 

Frothy dead grass at my feet and I stumbled to the hose by feel. Don't trip!!

Drying the sunflowers I plant in waves of days starting in May. All that trouble, all that water and now a month of maturing stair step heights of sunflowers looking down, so heavy, for birds to jostle with others, upside down, for maturing seeds. The stems are trunks, won't compost well, but hold the heaviest, swelling fallen faces, so heavy, threatening to crash down in the wind. And sometimes there they are, when you follow the stepping stones around the corner, down.

I'm done now in September. I get hot, tired and depressed of the garden. And wind blown. But there are still some blooming sunflowers and tomatoes and weird curling up snake like cucumbers. 

Refusing to die to wind or heat.