This evening’s dog walk followed a heavy shower, which left the grass along the field track damp, with that wonderful smell that rises from the ground when heavy rain falls for just a few minutes onto dry soil, one of the scents that I think is evocative of an English summer. The low evening sun came out, but we hadn’t walked far before I heard raindrops falling onto the brim of my hat, and a rainbow arched over the village of Huncote across the fields. I had spotted this sunflower during this morning’s walk, a solitary east facing yellow sentinel among the bean crop, and I wondered if it had turned westward, following the sun as sunflowers are wont to do. It had continued to look to the eastern sky for the sunrise of tomorrow morning, and it’s patience was rewarded by the evening rainbow.
this crop is beans? Must have been sunflowers the year before! I know what you mean by the smell of rain after a warm spell. Not here at this time in winter, though. You have given the sunflower a character in your words!
