blue flax and california poppies

Do you ever have those moments when you see, hear or smell something and you are instantly transported to another place and time?

It’s almost like time travel in your emotional head. I do this quite frequently and the places I travel allow me to relive experiences.

Our senses are powerful. They are how we encounter life.

I taste a strawberry and know that early summer has arrived. Smelling salt air tells me I’m near the beach. Listening to a 60’s mix and I’m recalling junior high dances, hoping that whoever my “crush” was at the time would ask me to dance.

On my way to work I take a roundabout which circles up and past some homes that have a desert-scape loaded with blazing wildflowers. To me, California poppies are wild since they are scattered along roadsides and creep into neighborhood gardens. Blue flax and orange-red Oriental poppies were in the blend.

Seeing the flax and poppies was one of those sensory, time-travel flashes, and even though my eyes welled and spilled, my heart had a smile.

blue flax and California poppies brought me to tears; an odd flood of emotions I couldn’t understand
memories swaying like watching the flowers blown by the wind
it wasn’t sad, it wasn’t happy, it just was
each flower reminding me of different times and different places, but here they were dancing together
so tears came, in drops of faded blue and sun-reflecting orange

Where do your senses take you?

Missy

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