My grandmother did have a huge vegetable garden, and there was a man that lived over the lane we used to visit, but I don't remember his name, and I don't remember any sunflowers, so this story is partly true and partly fictional.
A Forest of Sunflowers
There is a forest of sunflowers at the bottom of my grandmother’s garden, up against the back picket fence between the chook pen and the outhouse under the weeping trees.
The sunflowers are so tall that
when we stand amongst them we can only just see over the top. We crouch down on
the dusty dry red dirt amongst their stiff scratchy stalks. The sunflower heads
are so big they form a canopy shading us from the hot sun and casting a yellow
glow over us. Sometimes we take a book with us and read it sitting amongst the
sunflowers. It’s our secret world where anything is possible. As we doze in the sun the world of the Faraway
Tree comes to life under the sunflowers.
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