I'm here again, where I grew up. It's sunflower time and sunny :) after many rainy days. I feel good and I'm smiling just for being in this place.
When it comes to colors, I change my preferences after surroundings. During winter, I can't get enough white. In autumn, I love rusty leaves and the most beautiful green. During spring it's green again, shy but yet powerful, weakening, surprinsing, as it becomes saturated and other colors invade.
What about summer? How can anyone choose?
Well, you don't. You enjoy the combinations. Sunset orange with black trees silhouettes, red poppies with green grass, blue cornflowers with ripened grain. And it is perfect when there is a puddle around, the trembling reflection doubles the beauty.
Wandering on these fields in weekends, after crazy life in town it's pure happiness. You're free, your thoughts can reach the horizon and beyond.
They say yellow it's the colour of eternity. I don't know about that, for me it's warm and light, it's sun and life.
It's my second day around sunflower fields. The bees and a few stray dogs were my companions. Good solitude and sweet vulnerability.
They say that sunflower actually moves to follow the sun; it is true for the sprout, as it becomes heavier, it can't do that, the "face" remains headed to the est. Though, a beautiful myth. It seems to be true for people, they (think) they are happier when it's sunny. I think you can and probably should prefer sunny days, still, if you're not happy when it rains, you probably will not be happy when the sun comes out, too.
Anyway, I was happy like a bee in a field of sunflower today. How was your weekend?