It's Sunflower Sunday. Join me on a little journey back into how the tournesol turned in my life here in the Lot, since I bought the Chatette back in 2002.
These first shots are from 2008. The one on the right was one of my Mom's favorites. If you look close, there are even sunflowers on my dress. My pal, Joan took that shot. We had lots of fun that day, running through Monsieur Faret's sunflower fields in Saujac, directly across the river from me.
For a while, I could count on sunflowers out my front windows every other year.
They were a rotation crop, mostly for oil I believe. And then, it stopped.
It meant you really had to go on the hunt.
It was kind of like the full moon out my window. It's just there. One day, the sunflowers would just be there. I miss them being easily in my life.
That's what made yesterday's sunflower field discovery between Tour de Faure and St. Martin Labouval so special. I'd been missing sunflowers. Then, I noticed these off the road on the left on the way to Jean-Luc's. I thought I might stop on the way home. I'm glad I did.
I ended up pulling over and stopping short enough that my grocery bag slid and fell. When I stopped at the corner of the field, the heads of the sunflowers were NOT looking at me. Maybe they were angry since it had been such a long time since I stopped for them.
I scooped a few angry and ignoring shots and then thought I'd head to the other side and force them to look at me.
I got back in "Mikey," but we opted for an adventure instead.
It looked like the road would take us to the river and I could take that direction instead.
It began with sunflowers. We were joined by horses and lovers.
And, the valley provided a pastoral and gorgeous backdrop...
...to this amazing life in the Lot...
...in sunflowers.
Enjoy!
Just lovely!
Posted by: Kathleen Bourgeois | August 05, 2024 at 03:17 PM