All summer long I watched the sunflowers grow in strength. From fragile seedlings they surged into stout-stemmed plants before erupting in huge sunbursts above my head. Now their plump cushions are packed with developing seed and their outer “petals” – the ray florets – are drying out and twisting.
As with other daisies, these flowerheads are made up of ray florets and disc florets. The brightly coloured outer band are a signal to pollinators, drawing them into a core of hundreds of tiny individual flowers. These are arranged with economical perfection, spiralling out in complex mathematical patterns, soft to the touch as I run my hand over them.
