au royaume des tournesols

no doubt about it, i have landed smack in sunflower country. crops litter the countryside as far as the eye can see. right on the verge of blossoming, they already heed the magnetic draw of the sun, unanymously standing at attention as if patiently awaiting orders before springing to life. i wonder if i will still be in france by the time entire hillsides of mature sunflowers rotate their faces in unison from east to west in adoration of the sun's every whim. (is that laying it a little thick?!!) hmmm, what happens when the day is overcast or rainy? (way to throw a wrench in the works, h!!)