April was an insanely busy month with clients and my sister’s wedding.
I was counting on a quiet week day at Fernwood with the magnolia for this month’s self-portrait.
Spring had other ideas… it was cold and rainy and late. The pink magnolia that normally blooms in mid-April wasn’t ready.
As I’m lamenting my choices and searching around for a beautiful forsythia or something that can represent what April in Michigan means to me, I got a text from my sister-in-law Desirae. She was driving to work and saw a field that was perfectly orange. We frequently text each other photos of things we see driving around and then go exploring with the cameras another day.
We headed up to this field and as she told me where it was I got even more excited. When I was 16-18 years old I used to drive from my parents house an hour north to my best friend’s house. This same field is on the same road I used to drive. Not only that – it’s the same field that one year was planted with green beans. I drove by during harvest. If you’ve never been around a green bean field that’s being harvested you are missing out. It is one of my most favorite smells ever. I’m sure my love for this smell has something to do with the memories of my friend and that summer and all that, not just the smell by itself.
So this picture represents all of that for me. Not only is it a cool orange field, but it represents one of the fondest memories of my late teen years. And while it might not be planted with green beans right now – I could still smell the harvest as I walked through the field. And I said a little prayer for my friend.