Chapter 49 The sunflower farm

I and George come to a sunflower farm on the outskirts of Paris, and a breathtaking sight unfolds before our eyes.

A golden carpet of vibrant yellow stretches as far as the eye can see, capturing the essence of summer's warmth and radiance. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of sunflowers, a delicate scent that mingles with the gentle breeze, creating an intoxicating symphony for the senses.

The sunflowers stand tall and proud, their vibrant yellow petals reaching for the sky as if basking in the sunlight. Their mesmerizing beauty creates a picturesque landscape, casting a golden glow over the surrounding fields. Each sunflower, with its intricate details and unique personality, seems to exude a sense of joy and liveliness.

The gentle rustling of leaves accompanies our footsteps, harmonizing with the soft hum of bees and other pollinators that are drawn to the nectar-rich blooms. The air feels alive, buzzing with the energy of nature at work.

The sheer vastness of the sunflowe