Saturday, September 17, 2005

Sunflower Season

"Carry a smile on your face.....and a sunflower in your pocket."

In Kansas, between summer and autumn there is another season called, "Sunflower". It is a time when the heat has dissolved into a mellow warmth, the sky loses its pasty white color and hues of blue return. For as far as the eye can see, in every direction, bright yellow Sunflowers dot the landscape.

They wave from the ditches like little girls in golden bonnets, bowing and stretching in soft breezes as I pass by. They vary in height and size, some shadowed in small clusters while others tower over me in a petal-covered trellis.

I look around me at the fences, barns and windmills; all commonplace objects on the rolling prairie. They were built by strong hands to help tame and maintain a farming heritage that seems to be slowly fading away.

But the Sunflowers are the offspring of this land.

Many years ago when covered wagons crossed the waving grasses of Kansas, they were met and welcomed by this native flower. I imagine pioneer children weaving them together to make wreaths for their hair and picking them for colorful supper table centerpieces. Their ancestors saw America in its beginning and each succession of seed and bloom witnessed the changes to our state. But if I stand quietly and listen carefully, I can still hear the silence of a land with less technology; the farmer's calls of encouragement to his oxen...the laughter of children dancing inside a fairy's ring with laurels of Sunflowers upon their braided hair.
As the sun moves across the sky, the plant watches then follows in eager pursuit. Fields with rows upon rows all turn their bright faces towards the light, reaching for the very thing that sustains them.

How simple that is. And how much better our own lives would be if we were like the Sunflower; greeting all around us with a bright and cheery face...and always, looking towards the Son, who sustains us too, with his ever-burning light.


McSwain said...

How lovely! Beautiful photos, touching writing. My grandfather used to plant sunflowers in his back yard, just for me. You almost made me cry!

HeyJules said...

It is a marveloous thing, isn't it? Hundreds of different species, different sizes, different shades of yellow and brown. Just like God's people...different, yet all the same.

I love seeing them in my drives throughout Kansas. Wish the wind would blow more over on the Missouri side.

Beautiful post.

Macromoments said...

They wave from the ditches like little girls in golden bonnets, bowing and stretching in soft breezes as I pass by.

This kind of imagery is why I love your writing!

Mellissa said...

Beautiful - as always!!

Things are well in Georgia - I hope in Kansas as well!!!


Rebecca said...

Hi Lori -
I don't know how you found me, but I'm glad you did. Your site is beautiful, and I'm looking forward to visiting here again.

Have a wonderful night!

MAX said...

Wow, Beatiful!!! I'll be coming back! Thanks for your comment on my site. It's realy appreciated.

Hey, look above me... if it ain't Mellissa and my Sista... Tee Hee Hee, a little poem! (Cheryl's my big sister...)

Thanks again!


clew said...

*sigh* - savory words and lovely photos - your trademark, my friend, and my inspiration.


srp said...

Lovely sunflowers, one of my favorite. There are miles and miles of them in the fields of northern Italy, but I never realized how many were grown here as well. Love your site.

Lori said...

Thank you all for your kind comments. The world of blog is like a favorite periodical for write in AND to read all of your wonderful works!

What special people I have met..God bless..

Michael said...

Beautiful pictures, thanks for sharing.

I grew up in NE PA and in the summer the flower that's everywhere is the Tiger Lily, it's truly beautiful

adelaine said...

it's so lovely :)