The tail end of summer is when sunflowers stand in every garden. Some have stems thick as a child’s arm, with massive heads studded with seeds. I prefer the sunflowers that branch into many smaller blooms. They wave in the breeze, their delicate stems curving into lacy patterns. The petal catch the sunlight and glow like shards of stained glass. Look up and enjoy the sunflowers now before the birds and squirrels feast on them and ravage their statuesque beauty.