There are days…rare days, that our senses fully awaken to fields. Some are simple fields of grass sparkling with a million globes of rain. Others are riotous fields of flowers. Orange, blue, white, yellow, all ephemeral jewels in shades just rare enough to arrest us. Flowers are color with stopping power.
Fields grow for no one and for everyone. They cycle spring through dandelion, arrow leaf, clover, Queen Anne’s lace, vetch, wild sweet pea, camas, penstemon, Wyethia, prickly pear and poppy. It depends on where the awakening happens. It depends on the moisture. It depends on the light. It depends on the exposure. And so often it just depends on our willingness to see.