Visiting a Sunflower Farm

Their grinning heads cover the fields for acres A sea of happy mini suns, welcoming us to Kansas. We stare, amazed, having no idea this was possible. There are photo moments and we take them all. A gift shop sports stuffed dogs and cats, With sunflower headbands and kerchiefs. Everywhere we look a plate, cup, tumbler, letter opener, Christmas ornament with a sunflower This is sunflower hell my husband observes, so I send him to the car. He can wait for me. I pile sunflower notepads and pens into a basket. A lady wearing a sunflower apron, hat and socks smiles at me. She gets closer and whispers. “Be sure and look in the bathroom. Of course, I do and am not disappointed. Everything fancy. Sunflower rug, sunflower chair, sunflower faucets. I have to admit I was very disappointed by the plain white toilets. Until I saw the sunflower toilet paper. A woman carrying a child wearing a sunflower bib walks past. “Where did you get it?” I ask her. She points. Good! Sale rack! A manager comes over and offers to hold my basket. When I get home with the bib I remember my youngest grandchild is five.