Big sunflowers are for the birds and big apes, eh.
But small ones, the gloriously misnamed arrow-leafed balsam root, are for tiny birds, who peck the tiny seeds, and deer, who munch the dangling heads.
And humans who watch them. It’s time consuming, all those tiny seeds to collect, grind up (you’ll go nuts cracking them), and turn human with water and heat (each cooking pot is an artistically-imagined mouth, a union of body and mind), but, hey, really, there are few things better than learning from the deer, right? Well, yeah, maybe. This old one stole my fig newtons!
Putting in a Grocery Order at Conconully