I’m not sure that there is a person alive who doesn’t like sunflowers. Granted, it’s bees and children that love them most, but I’ve yet to meet a grownup that doesn’t swoon on receipt of a bunch of sunshine. I have six stems with golden flowers the size of dinner plates sitting at my kitchen table that are a banquet for the eyes. Jason’s grandparents grew them in their garden, and some would reach soaring heights, 10 feet or more. I used to marvel at them every time we’d visit. The best part was seeing Gino & Stefania –– they were both tiny –– standing next to these towering sunflowers full of joy and pride. First come the peonies, then the Dahlias –– and then come the sunflowers, summer’s last laugh.