When my brothers and I were little, we lived in base housing in Vogelweh, Germany. We lived in a large pink building (#1125, why we remember things like that, I don’t know) that was four stories high. We lived on the fourth floor and of course, no elevator. Anyway, I vividly remember walking to and from school everyday and one summer a beautiful sunflower began to grow right in front of our building entrance door. Everyday it greeted us when we came home and there it stood , all alone. It was tall, straight, bold and beautiful. To me, it depicted strength and confidence and my mom taught us (and the neighborhood kids) to not touch it but to respect it so it could continue to grow, brighten up our world, and welcome us home everyday. I’ve never shared this story but is why I love sunflowers so much! 🌻 ❤️ Some things we learn as a child will stay with us forever.
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Marilyn Huerta - Artist & Community Liaison 