My grandmother met my hillbilly grandfather in Santurce Puerto Rico when he was there in the 1940s setting up communication lines in sugar cane fields for the US Army. My mother was born in Puerto Rico and their little family soon moved to Tennessee and became a family with seven children. Their farm has always been home to me no matter where I might live, and this is painted from my memory of her Mexican sunflowers that grew so tall they seemed to touch the sky. I think these bursts of warm color reminded her of her home.