If I can, I try to make a pilgrimage to my dad’s grave about once a year or so. (You can see a video of last year’s pilgrimage here.) For the past month, I’ve been feeling a real longing to make the trek across the prairie, so I did it yesterday.Those of you who knew him will understand why I could only bring a raucous bouquet of wild flowers in a re-purposed bottle – Dad would have it no other way.
To read a little more about the journey I took, you can read about it at my other site.
As a bonus shot, here’s a sunflower field I just couldn’t resist photographing along the way. Did you know that, even on an overcast day like yesterday, the sunflowers still turn their faces toward the sun? Wish I could remember to do the same.