My husband Tommy and I were meandering down country roads when we came upon an old farmhouse surrounded by neat, meticulously cared for fields of sweet corn, watermelon, tomatoes, and sunflowers. Naturally, I had to get some shots of the bountiful scenes, but the best part of it all was meeting the farmer (in his 80s) and his son as they were making their way to their produce stand to shut down for the evening. They told us they had picked (and sold) 200 watermelons that day, that their sweet corn crop is almost ripe, and that they put in the patch of sunflowers just to cheer up their customers and to give them something pretty to look at. The old farm home was built in 1912 and still looks strong and sturdy and well-loved. The salt of the earth; that’s what I thought about when we discovered this place and these fine folks. Simple, hard working people who love the land and who do their part to nourish the world around them. I hope to go back there soon and take some more pictures, buy some more tomatoes and watermelons, and just “chew the fat” with the farmers. It was an afternoon very well spent and a treasure well worth the hunt. I dedicate this Sunflower Symphony to good people the world over who train their hands to the plow and keep on keeping on.
Postscript: The sunflower is an ancient Christian symbol. It represents the person who is dedicated to Christ, and who, like the sunflower which constantly turns toward the sun, is ever seeking the face of the Lord.