Sunflower's Golden Memories

I get up in the morning to my child who, of course, wakes up to school with great joy and eagerness, I reveal the window and I see the sun, yup . For breakfast, the young man drank half a liter of freshly squeezed juice, we played cards and took his bike to school.

When I was opening the window at Otis's, I saw a withered sunflower at my neighbor's, and, a little thoughtful, I remembered my childhood when my grandmother had sunflowers in the garden every year. Not only sunflowers, because those were the times when everyone grew something there, strawberries, cucumbers, tomatoes, lettuce, etc., but beautiful, beautiful suns smiled between the plots.

The color of these petals at sunset was amazing and the taste of the seeds was unforgettable.

I will share with you one such memory as seen through my eye.

"Sunflower:

A primed canvas, painted with acrylic, 60 x 50 cm, the picture is closed with a 0.5 cm painted frame. Varnish tomorrow