Fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
Sting, Fields of Gold
What I want to show you today aren’t fields of barley, but they’re our very own fields of gold. In the summer, the rural areas outside of Davis are dotted with expanses of sunflowers, some grown for the cut-flower market, others for seeds, and others yet for oil.
I took a friend to Sacramento International Airport this morning, located about 35 minutes from here in the midst of fields, and I snapped the photos below with my cell phone. Sunflowers may not be the most refined and sophisticated flowers, but they’re impossible to beat when it comes to cheerfulness. It’s hard not to smile when you see a sunflower, let alone an entire field of them!
After I had pulled over to the side of the road to take these photos, a couple on a motorcycle also stopped to admire the sunflowers. I was glad they took a moment to enjoy this beautiful sight. The other cars were just rushing by.