Fields of Yellow
Yesterday, after crossing into Alberta, we started seeing fields of bright yellow flowers. Are they canola? Safflower? Surely oil will be made from them. As is often the case my ignorance of their identity and purpose does not diminish my joy at seeing them. But I am prickled by curiousity.
Today, as we drove further north the fields multiplied. Skies turned grey. There was intermittent rain. These fields under full sun and white-clouded blue sky energized the spirit. But today, as the sun broke through the gray, what was already a thrill of yellow glowed beyond words.
Today, as we drove further north the fields multiplied. Skies turned grey. There was intermittent rain. These fields under full sun and white-clouded blue sky energized the spirit. But today, as the sun broke through the gray, what was already a thrill of yellow glowed beyond words.
posted by Susan at 9:57 PM
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