Attack of the Sunflowers

I took the wrong turn late last year on a country road. Technically, it wasn’t much of a wrong turn because now I don’t remember why I was on the road. So, by chance I ended up pulling a U-turn by a field packed with dead plants. On closer inspection I saw that they were dried-out sunflowers, thousands of them, still standing tall, lined up in rows like an army from outer space. I got out and took a photo.

That day entered the world of forgotten moments until I happened to look at the sunflower photo this week. Anne, who was with me that day, couldn’t remember why we were on that road either. She did say the flowers were on the right side of the road. She was both right and wrong: the flowers were on the left before I made the U-turn to head back to the main highway. Or, Anne argued, I turned so we could get a closer look at the field. Hmm…maybe she is correct. It is a small detail in a forgotten moment of no value other than to underscore how we remember small details in our own way (insert psychoanalytic explanation here). Regardless, we both like the photo