I don't think there's anything on this planet that more trumpets life that the sunflower.
For me that's because of the reason behind its name.
Not because it looks like the sun but because it follows the sun.
During the course of the day, the head tracks the journey of the sun across the sky.
A satellite dish for sunshine.
Wherever light is, no matter how weak, these flowers will find it.
And that's such an admirable thing.
And such a lesson in life."
~ Calendar Girls 2003 Movie
After saying goodbye to my sister, Sweetie, Suzi and I hopped back in the car and headed south. We drove the on the same road, but it looked different somehow. I wonder what it is that makes going towards home so different from going from home? With one there is excitement to get where you're going. A sense of adventure and desire, perhaps, to see new things (or connect with old friends and places). With the other there is time spent pondering the things you saw and did mixed with the growing readiness to be home. To sleep in your own bed, shower in your own bathroom, read accumulated mail and settle back into your regular routine. It's weird how the same routine that felt like drudgery before the trip makes me feel homey and settled in. That circle of going someplace and coming home again, is a little like the sunflower field that prompted this vacationin the first place. I was coasting downhill into a depressive state. I could feel it slowly beginning to take over. Like clouds covering the sun, life had taken on a gray haze. I had a hole in my heart where Gracie had resided for a week. Johnson informed me the house was in need of some major repairs. I faced the daunting task of finding employment and didn't know where to start. Staying in bed for long stretches felt like my best option.
|Room for Two.|
And then, kind of like magic, maybe more a chance bubbling up of forgotten dreams, I remembered The Sunflower Festival, in Rutledge Georgia, usually takes place in July. I googled it, asked Sweetie if he wanted to go, he said "sure" and off we went. Like the sunflowers themselves, our trip seemed to follow the light.
It made much more sense to go to Tennessee first because I knew I was going to cut sunflowers. I love the way that being in the mountains helped to revive my sagging spirit and brush the haze away from my eyes. It was an even better antidote for my depression than Prozac. No wonder my sister feels so good wandering in the hills and streams.
Along the back Georgia roads we'd passed corn fields, tobacco fields, some fields thickly covered with a plant I suspected was cotton. We passed signs advertising fresh grown peaches, watermelon and tomatoes. And then (after getting a little bit lost because apparently the GPS lady never heard of Keencheefoonee Rd.) I looked to my right and as far as I could see stood sunflowers waving their pretty flower faces in a Georgian, come on down welcome. It wasn't our final destination but at least we knew we weren't driving off the edge of the world.
|Sunflowers as far as the eye can see.|
Anywhere in the south in the middle of July is going to be warm. Let me say that on this afternoon it didn't take long to work up a sweat. Sweetie took a couple of pictures, then headed back to the air conditioned car with his trusty sidekick, She Who Sleeps. I walked up and down the rows like a kid in Toys R Us before Christmas, not knowing where to start, which flower to cut. For $15.00 you get a white plastic jug to fill up with as many flowers as you can fit in. If I were to go back I'd know to look for the flowers that had not yet bloomed all the way. I got one like that and it's been fun to watch it open up a little more each day. The bees fly away as soon as the flower is cut and surprisingly to me, there were no other critters that hitched a ride to Jacksonville.
|One happy lady.|
Just like that the trip was over. Well, not exactly over, we still had about 300 miles to drive. We opted out of staying another night in a motel. The allure of home kept us moving. At
|I love this man!|
ME:What if a critter ran out in front of us right now?
S: Keep driving.
ME: But how do you drive with a dead deer on the hood of your car staring at you with blank eyes and his bloody tongue hanging out.
S: If you hit him hard enough he'll fly over the car.
ME: Just so you know. If that ever happens I'm going to slam on the breaks from instinct. Oh, and I might close my eyes too.
Sweetie made a mental note not to let me drive down woodsy roads after dark.
ME: What if, after we hit the critter and I slammed on the breaks and we ended up in the ditch and there's no cell phone coverage because we are so far from civilization?
S: We'd sit here until someone came by.
ME: What if nobody came by for days? (This is not such a ridiculous question as I just read that a 70 year old woman got stuck in a water filled ditch near Sanford, FL and sat there for 3 days before a forest worker happened to see her car. I think my Girl Scout stay where you are training would have been put to the test after the first day. Then I thought about the alligators and figured that lady made a wise decision.)
S: We've got apples and water and 1/2 bag of potato chips. We'd survive.
I love a man who is quick with the answers that will calm my nerves.
|One would think that from the looks of this picture,|
Suzi did most of the driving.
When in fact she was in this position for most of the trip.
Today I'm filled with gratitude for the reminder that home really is sweet. For sunny flowers that make me smile. For stories to share and friends to share them with.
Wishing for you a lighted path to travel with no critters in the road,