The yellow heads hung full and heavy, standing six feet above the dark brown dirt.

The sunflower seed packet we’d taken from the pantry in the spring had become a thick golden wall along the property line.

Benji set the watering can down at the foot of the middle stalk and watched the clear water soak into the ground.

“They got taller than Daddy,” Benji said.

“They put down deep roots,” I said.

He gazed up at the yellow petals ringing the seed heads in the bright light.

“Grandma?” Benji said.