One of the endearing and indelible images for me of the Ukraine trip is and will be the sunflowers. Fields and fields of sunflowers as far as one could see. They were beauty; they were hope. For me they connected the past to the future. Ironically, when we came back home, some sunflower seeds I had tossed into the ground before we left had sprung up tall and strong. Soon their massive heads became more weight than their thick stalks could bear and now they bow their heads, seemingly more in shame than in reverence. There are only a few of them, among other flowers and plants. They don't point in any direction but down. They don't inspire me.
It is far past my bedtime and therefore likely not a good time for reflecting or posting, but I wanted to contribute, even if only a tiny sunflower seed's worth to this worthy task of staying connected and remembering the recent past (the trip this summer) as well as the past of more long ago.
School starts for me on Monday, but I hope, once we settle into a routine here, to find a little time to read the posts and post some more pictures. Blessings to all.
Thanks for sharing these lovely pictures of the sunflowers in the fields near our ancestal villages. They are stikingly similar to what you might find in southern Manitoba. Small world.
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