Postcard from the Last Flowers of Summer

Sunflower Field

We packed up the car with presents and bridesmaid dresses and made the trek out west to my sister’s wedding, but not before stopping to skip through this sunflower field. We were the only ones there, and under the last summer sun of the season we crossed the street to the farmer’s stand. The car parked on an incline and nearly tilting, with doors wide open to coax a cross breeze, we sat by the side of the road, our legs swinging and our chins covered in peach juice.