
We read in the paper that there were fields and fields of sunflowers...300 acres of them...planted in Harford County and that they were in bloom.
We decided to throw our bikes on the car and travel the hour or so North in order to ride amongst them.
I was way excited and couldn't wait to go. And I wanted to celebrate our trip in a special way.
Celebrate the sunflowers, celebrate our bikes, celebrate my friends...
So I made those little fabric sunflowers and sewed a snap onto the backs of them so they could be removed to wash the hats.
I snapped the flowers onto the visors.
One for each of us.
That way, we would have something to wear on our heads, something to cover up our sweaty, flattened, helmet-head of hair after biking...
A much prettier option...
The sunflowers were intoxicating. And we started out quite tame, demure and lady-like...
But before we knew it, we were completely under their spell...soaking up sunshine and the acres and acres of beauty.
And then the Instigate-trix...the Provacateur pictured above...
She gets an idea a la Calendar Girls. (And she hasn't ever even seen the Calendar Girls movie...)
She thinks it would be fun to pull down our bra straps and use the sunflowers to cover ourselves.
And take pictures so that we appear as if we're naked, in the buff, unclothed, au naturel...
And the giggles began...
But one of us was a bit slow to disrobe...a bit modest and it was taking her awhile to get up the nerve to pull down her bra straps. (Yes, there is a sane one among us, PTL)
And being the good friends that we are, we're goading her and egging her on to take down her bra straps...
"Come on, it will make the picture sooo much better. Take them off!"
Being so focused on the task of defrocking our friend, we hadn't noticed that a group of people had come down the hill and were walking up behind us. Ms. Modest saw them but failed to give warning...she was paralyzed with gut-busting laughter...
And then we turned and saw them too.
And just like the garden of Eden...
We hid.
And laughed so hard we were driven to incontinence.
And it's a good thing those people came along when they did. God only knows what might have happened next.
To say we enjoyed those sunflowers is an understatement.
The day was the perfect mix of simple, silly pleasures...great weather...glorious flowers...good girlfriends...
And I'd like to think there was some magic sewn into our hats.
I hope you're smiling.
And remember me and my friends.
Who knows, we may end up on a calendar one day.
Hmmm...that gives me an idea...