sonflowers

an hour drive out, an hour in the fields, an hour drive back. our second annual trip out to the sunflower farm in lawrence, kansas was cut a bit short (because we foolishly forgot to eat enough to stand beneath the sweltering sun), but it did consist of fewer bees and fewer people than the first time around, so i’d say it was worth it. a seemingly endless sea of swaying sunflowers smiling at us, and nearly no chance of being stung or bumping into someone we didn’t know. in other words, it was ideal.

we even remembered to pick a trio of flowers, one for each, before heading home. we didn’t, however, remember the cash we needed to leave in place of the collected flowers. thankfully my mother, who we had asked to tag along, was better prepared. i chalk it up to her seniority as a mother (and now grandmother) — i’m certainly working on it, but my prepared-for-anything mother-y instincts pale in comparison.

perhaps next year, i’ll have the routine down.

…should probably starting planning now.