Our family travels a lot. A lot. Particularly in the summer. And this summer we travelled even more than usual. The vehicle we use for trips is a few hundred clicks away from the next oil change. Our third since the beginning of June.
Perhaps its a product of travelling more, or simply indicative of a change in my perceptions, or maybe they’re just becoming more popular, but everywhere I go, I see sunflowers.
I’m not complaining, of course. Machismo be damned: I adore flowers. I especially love wild flowers, and daisies are my favourite. Look at a daisy and try to tell me you don’t feel happier. I won’t believe you. (Unless you have severe allergies, in which case I will most certainly believe you, but suggest that you try looking at the daisy while safely protected behind glass). Sunflowers are just enormous daisies, so happiness can only be multiplied.
There is something almost fantastical about sunflowers. Walking beside a flower that towers above me makes me feel as if I’ve climbed a magical bean stock and entered a land of giants, or climbed through a looking glass into a Carrollian dreamland. Adventure must be only right around the corner.
Today, I am thankful for sunflowers, and flowers in general. They are such a simple pleasure in our world: free to look at, free to enjoy. Obviously, they serve a vital purpose in keeping the planet alive, but their beauty can be enjoyed by everyone without anything asked in return. Next time I think of some material good I “need” to be happy, let me remember the sunflowers.