A little girl sat in a class room with everyone painting sunflowers. Of course they would paint sunflowers — yellow flowers reached skyward in a field outside their window. But this little girl, with brown curly locks, saw the world in shades of purple. She allowed yellow and green but purple must be in charge. She worked, not diligently, but with carefree strokes and declared there would always be purple sunflowers in her world.
Linda Safford 