warnings always bring me back to reality. As I spend a good deal of time in my imagination, I tend to overlook some important things until they become a crisis: i.e. last gas station for the next 200 miles, last chance to use the restroom until the plane lands, and last chance to visit Stuckey's pecan roll superstore. The sunflowers came and went in my garden throughout the summer. As they waned, we placed the heads near the bird feeder. I thought the opportunity to paint them had passed me by. Then early in September, I noticed two tender sunflowers that had sprouted from the bird droppings. Having painted sunflowers many times before, I wanted this attempt to be different from all of the others.