A few weeks ago I planted some sunflower seeds. I've never (until recently) been much of a gardener. I kill plants. I'm good at that. But the sunflowers have survived my lack of skill and have come up and blossomed. I have nine blooms now, and few more that may (if I don't do anything drastic) still open up.
I can't put my finger on it, but there's something...unsettling about these sunflowers.