Why is it at the end of every summer we feel the warmth of these happy flowers like it is quenching a thirst we didn't know we had?
Maybe spring and summer gave us a growing appreciation of flower life and we know winter is coming and we will be bereft. So this glorious riot of yellow and gold and umber tones just catches us square in the face. Looks us in the eye and says, "Feast! Love life and be happy! We are here and all is right with the world!" Maybe as we grow older and see all that is wrong, this happiness is wistful and freeing.
Sunflowers are like a universal hug.