SunflowersLaura Ann Miller
My father in law always shares his newspaper with me when my family and I come up for a visit. This particular visit there was an article about a farmer and his sunflowers. Five acres in bloom. Only a few days remaining for the golden-yellow field.
I knew I had to go and see.
We follow the route on the GPS to the sunflower farm, past store fronts and restaurants and busy grocery stores. The road seems to empty as we drive on. We turn and follow a bumpy dirt road. The houses here aren’t inches apart, they’re acres apart. Clouds of dust rise up and we’re passing farms and horses in pastures.
It’s amazing how these beauties in life exist down roads near by, but somehow far away at the same time.
I think we’re coming upon a secret treasure–
A couple of miles down the dirt road, we near the entrance and looking up from the dust we see the cars. It’s not a secret. Many have read about the sunflower field. The funny thing is, no one seems to be expecting this hidden country life tucked back only a few miles from the city. As we’re trying to navigate our way into this crowded little oasis, I see women in heels trying to step lightly in sinking dirt and a family trying to dig car tires out of deep sand.
There are photographers and families and women picking armfuls of fresh flowers for bouquets.
We all came to see this beauty growing up from the ground.
Walking in a field of golden suns,
lifted high upon green stalks.
Yellow blooms and petals reach,
like sunbeams through morning clouds.