I love sunflowers! For as long as I can remember I have loved them. The funny thing is that I didn’t even know I really loved them until a few years ago when I began the journey out of depression. For some reason they speak to me. They are beautiful, even in the wild. They are a happy color. I love the randomness of them on the side of the road, on a hill, on a dirt path.
To me, they symbolize life and hope. And some sunflowers follow the sun.,. it’s full of symbolism!
What holds symbolism for you?