This whimsical piece came about after a number of intersecting thoughts occurred to me, which accounts for the multiple meanings in the title of this piece.
When I was 14 years old I read John Wyndham's sci-fi novel called The Day of the Triffids, essentially a tale about how large, predatory and mobile plants are able to take over the world. For some reason I imagined these plants as sunflowers and I have always found them to be somewhat daunting and creepy. In Oregon, I once grew dozens of the giant variety to be 8 feet high and would have great fun chasing and losing the dogs amongst them. Also, like many people, I would imagine the flowers tracking the sun across the sky during the day, and I wondered what on earth would happen if 2 suns were to appear in the sky. What would happen to the sun-loving flowers? Which way would they turn? Maybe a rabbit sitting on a log would have the answer?