In the summer my husband and I happily live in a mountain town. There, I marvel as August comes and the wild sunflowers emerge from the ground with spectacular precision as they sway with the wind. This year two grew in the yard and I knew when I saw the little bit of green they would be wild sunflowers blown in from the fields and forests nearby. The wild ones grew tall in September and as late in the summer came they still hadn’t bloomed. One is just opening up and the first one bloomed  two days ago. October has arrived with fall chilly morning air, so I wait for the second one with hope to fully bloom before the frost comes.

The little miracles happened  as they grew when both their closed faces seemingly overnight  turned toward the east and the morning sunlight.  It made me think of the problems of our world. I’d asked the angels to help sunflowers, and the pumpkins in my garden. I asked for the flock of  black birds to return in August for their brief time at the feeder and they did. I ask everyday for  humanity to help each other around the world..

Since I’m a writer of angel stories, I ask the angels to help people see the need to help each other  the way nature cares for all the trees,  flowers and plants. In these times when hope seems to fade toward peace, we have everything we need to help ourselves and our world. Turing our  faces to  heaven, we can feel the gift of life just as the late blooming wild sunflowers in my yard instinctively did.