Driving down a rural road a few weeks ago, I came across two young Mennonite girls, barefooted, picking wildflowers in a meadow. Wearing bonnets and print dresses, their arms full of bright flowers, they made a lovely picture in the late afternoon sun.
Sometimes you cannot stop a take a picture as it is intrusive and destroys the innocence of the moment. Many Old Order Mennonites do not appreciate having their pictures taken and a stranger approaching young children to ask for a picture could be taken in the wrong way.
But the picture remains in my mind, a vision of childhood summers, a simple way of life and the beauty of a meadow.
I have no qualms about taking pictures of the wildflowers themselves. These pretty blooms grow in marginal soil, and flower if it is wet or dry or cold or hot.