One of the main crops that are grown in Hungary is the sunflower. There are acres and acres of fields around Sopron and they are really beautiful.
Their heads lift up in the morning when the sun comes up and then drop when the sun gets too hot. They remind me of the people that live in our apartment!
I am out standing in the field so that you can see how tall they are. It reminds me of the song "I'm a lonely little onion in a petunia patch."
Earlier that day we had a flat tire when we were going shopping with the Elders.
Elder Abrok is amazed at the size of screw that came out of the tire. It started to go flat on Sunday night when we made three trips to the branch house to take the elders their keys that they left at our house. Let's just say that it was a small problem of communication as to where the keys were!