One scene that always comes to mind when thinking of my childhood is that of the sunflowers at my Moma Jean’s (my grandmother and namesake’s) house. Her garden and back porch have been blooming with flowers for as long as I can recall. I remember watching the morning glories open up as my cousins and I waited for the bus on that beautiful porch. My Moma Jean has gradually lost her eyesight over the last several years due to macular degeneration. Even though she couldn’t enjoy the flowers as much as she used to, she continued to plant rows of sunflowers in her garden and tend to the blooms on her back porch. It saddens me that she can’t see how beautiful her flowers truly are. However, she works tirelessly to care for them.
This year, the sunflowers stood out to me more than ever before, as they reached over nine feet up in the sky and proudly boasted their bright yellow petals. I drive past my Moma Jean’s house on the way to and from school every day, and every day for about a month I had thought about stopping to take photos of this childhood memory. Every day I came up with some sort of excuse as to why I couldn’t take the photos. Finally, when Josh was in for the weekend we stopped by to visit my Moma Jean and to finally take the photos of those beautiful flowers. They were even more gorgeous up close and personal than they were from the road. We had so much fun just capturing these images.
Sunflowers are something that will always make me smile and think about the fond memories of my childhood at my Moma Jean’s house, from the blackberry fights to rolling down the hill in a big blue barrel. I know these flowers are a memory of my grandmother’s home that will live on with me forever.