One of my favorite things about my first Swiss Summer is discovering nearby sunflower fields and spotting them while driving across the country.
In my mind, the sight of rolling fields of that yellow bliss, or even a small batch of them in various corners, has become synonymous of joyous summer days.
Locals race to the nearest lake at the first sign of rising temperatures for few refreshing dips. Since I don’t really swim, I prefer to venture inland and hangout with the chirpy sunflowers.
Back in July, I accidently came across a field in Zug, after dropping hubby off to work. I took a wrong turn, probably to a no drive zone (as I usually do)! Driving in Switzerland can be pretty confusing at times with all the German signs that I can’t read.
Anyway, I just found myself staring at an endless stretch full of them. They were tall, humungous, and in full bloom facing the sun. I could’ve sworn they looked so happy to see me too.
I kept coming back to the location for weeks. They were always there when I had to take a moment to myself, and on days when I needed a little pick up.
On few occasions I brought my camera along.
The reason this was such a revelation for me, is that I have actually never seen a real sunflower field before. Yep, where I come from in the UAE they’re obviously not a thing. So, you can imagine how my excitement for such a new experience was tremendous.
It boggled my mind how I always had the place to myself, no one else seemed to be as interested in them. Probably because to the people in the area it is a very usual and mundane thing to have around.
You know what they say – one’s man trash is another’s treasure.
The other day I found an article online about having a spirit flower, like some people identify with a spirit animal. Did you even know this was a thing?
Reading on, I started believing that sunflowers are my spirit flowers. We both are always seeking light and looking so pleased and grateful for a bit of sunshine when we can get it. It also said that sunflower spirits are loyal and optimistic people, simulating the sunflower’s dedication to the sun.
As life would have it, everything has a beginning and an end. Summer was wrapping up, and the flowers slowly began to whiter. The last time I visited the field it didn’t look as lively as I hoped it will always be, which consequently dragged my energy down.
It took me sometime to realize that beginnings and ends complement each other. In order to move on to the next chapter in life, the previous one must be left behind.
I really have no complaints here, witnessing the change of seasons in Switzerland has become one of my most treasured joys.
And hey, the next chapter is Autumn for god’s sake. I couldn’t wait for the deep colors to break through and the morning mist to set its magic in.
Those wilting flowers still looked so beautiful to me. I found the courage to lift my camera up and acknowledge that stage of their lives with few final shots.
Ends really should be celebrated as much as new beginnings are.
What was the top defining moment of your summer this year?