Vincent van Gogh, sunflowers, Cumberland’s beloved Franklin Farm, and more.
An excerpt from my newly published essay, Devotion (you can read the entire piece online, page 12 at The Tishman Review):
[T]he sunflowers do tell a dyed-in-the-wool tale of the vagaries of time. The cycle of life. The land and the people. Sunflowers are at once beautiful and tragic: they are vivacious and bright, a bloating bloom of sustenance, a bee’s libation, a bird’s victual, and no sooner does the bee syphon its last bit of nectar from the crowded disc of florets than the sunflower sheds its last seed, curls inward and fades. Like farmers rolling hay in the field, they fold for the season.