Every happening, great and small,
is a parable whereby God speaks to us,
and the art of life is to get the message.
–Malcolm Muggeridge, journalist
There's nothing like a field of sunflowers to turn a gloomy day around.
I wasn't having the best of days. My mood matched my melancholy. I don't like to admit it, but it's true.
And then I saw them: The giant sunflowers along 4th Street Road just west of Hutchinson had bloomed in all their glory. The cloud-filled blue sky provided the perfect contrast to their cheery faces.
I turned down the dirt road and trekked out into the field, even though I had on going-to-town shoes instead of my dirty tennis shoes. I decided I'd beg forgiveness instead of ask permission if the farmer came along and wondered what I was doing.
Not many farmers grow sunflowers around here. We don't. This summer, I've only seen this one field of sunflowers in the 35-mile trip to Hutchinson.
And I found it. I also have to admire the one that doesn't always go along with the crowd.
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