Year in, year out, I walk the same circular routes, past the same front gardens, on my way to and from the shops or seafront. This year, the seafront walk has become a daily pastime. It provides comforting familiarity in these uncertain and strange times. My route takes me past sunflowers. They are cheerful flowers that call out to me, “Fibonacci!” each time I pass by. At first, planting the seeds of an idea and then, nurturing a creative dialogue between artist, sunflowers, materials and techniques. P. S. Did you know the last digits of the first sixty Fibonacci numbers also form a repeating pattern?