Into the season of sunflowers
Summer is moving swiftly, as it always does in the northeast U.S. Uncertainty abounds as the COVID pandemic -- which, for a time, we seemed to be mastering -- appears to be rebounding. This time of year, sunflowers are beginning to show themselves. Here in Lowell, Mass., where I live, many homes have them in their front gardens -- golden beacons offering cheer when it is surely needed. Sunflowers are recurring visitors in my life, and every season of sunflowers brings its own memories and associations. The sunflower season of 2013 found me driving about, snapping photos of them. I found in them a sanctuary I needed as my husband, Lawrence Carradini, struggled in the final months of his life. The other night, at a poetry reading, before reading one of my many poems about sunflowers, I said a flower, or of a garden, is not something I take for granted, ever. There are places in the world that humanity inhabits where flowers do not grow,...