from the 5 in Northern California,
beginning as soon as we left
the majestic beauty of Shasta County
down the 5, past bad memory land of sacramento,
patches of sunflowers lining the highway,
and they didn't stop,
three hours later,
followed by yellow love,
now on the 41,
and they were still there.
getting stuffy in the car,
longing for air, for freedom,
and i look out my window
and they're still there...
as if they have taken over the california highways...
and i imagine a car of granola kids,
driving the length of california
sprinkling sunflower seeds out the window
as they go...
and when they reach shasta county,
in awe of the immense forests of trees,
the serene creek running throughout,
they decide no added beauty is needed here...
My husband laughs when I tell him my story,
where I think the sunflowers came from...
I tell him the california poppy should not be the state flower,
it should be the sunflower...
we drive on,
I watch them out the window,
a constant companion on this drive,
a delightful companion...
and I am just a broken person trying to make my way home,
in more ways than one,
looking for beauty wherever I can find it along the way...
linking with emily today...