“If you’re going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. If you’re going to San Francisco, you’re gonna meet some gentle people there.” [“San Francisco” written by John Phillips, of The Mamas and the Papas fame.]
I’ve had that song playing in my head for a few weeks now. Here it is and it can be your earworm as well just by clicking here. I liked seeing the fashions in the video too.
It all began when fellow blogger Joni wrote a post about Summer beach reads and reviewed Erin Hilderbrand’s novel “The Summer of 1969”. Joni’s review referenced music, circa 1969, and we chatted back and forth about music and discussed this popular song from the late 60s. This song was a big part of the counter-culture movement, in an era of hippies, and phrases like “make peace not war” and “flower power” and, while I may not have remembered the Woodstock event, I sure remember those phrases and this song.
So, the 60s was the era of flower power.
Though I was not wont to sport a ring of flowers on my mousey brown hair back in the late 60s, about as “rad” as I dared to be was signing my name with a fleurish, er … flowerish, er … make that a “flourish” okay? You see my parents weren’t about to let me do my own thing, much as I tried to persuade them about the cool fads of the day, so I had to find another way to be creative. Back in the late 60s, if you had a name that included the letter “i” … well you were in luck, as instead of the dot over the “i” you’d make a little flower, a simple daisy with petals and that was how you signed your name. Yes, small things amused small minds back in the day (they still do sometimes to be honest).
I originally intended to visit a sunflower farm today and had my heart set on it, but early morning thunderstorms, and the threat of funky weather throughout the day, not to mention all the heat and humidity, had me scurrying out the door to Council Point Park and then hunkering down to peruse my picture folder. I’ve amassed a ton of photos the last six weeks and hobbled by my hectic work schedule and household mishaps, I’ve not had a chance to use them.
So, this bloomin’ post is about a trip to Lake Erie Metropark taken on Saturday, August 3rd. I already shared the pics of the groundhog, fawn and a beautiful butterfly on the actual day I made the trek. It was a hot Saturday and I was a little disappointed how much lakeshore flooding had encroached into the walking paths. It was disheartening to walk, then have to turn back countless times due to mud or flooding and the red vinyl boots are not made for walking long distances.
I thought of just leaving, then noticed a paved path where I’d never strayed before. I kept walking and in the distance, I could see something yellow. If you squint, perhaps you can see it in the distance.
Eager to explore that area, I kept on going, though I’d been walking for several hours already and by now it was the heat of the day. The temps were searing and the humidity was high. (I would return home with a sunburn and enough fly and mosquito bites from the swampy areas along the way that I could have played connect the dots on my arms and legs.)
I could tell the golden yellow area was quite far, but I thought maybe it was a sunflower field, so that bright yellow drew me like a beacon and became my mecca. I was still feeling fairly perky as I began in that direction.
There were so many wildflowers along the way, and the bees and butterflies were enjoying them, just like me. I could only identify a handful of these pretty blooms. I grew up thinking Queen Anne’s Lace was a weed, though many embrace it as a wildflower.
Finally I was getting closer to this bright-yellow patch of flowers …
… and then I was there. I learned it was a “Grow Zone” geared to promote a natural habitat.
A variety of wildflowers were nestled between the predominantly Black-eyed Susans.
After I meandered around the area and took a slew of pictures, I knew I had to head back to the car which was on the other side of Lake Erie Metropark at Cove Point. By then I was feeling just as wilted and bedraggled as these poor flowers.
I made it back to the car and turned on the A/C full blast, glad to sit down since my trek was seven miles (11 kilometers) altogether – whew, but what a wildflower extravaganza it was!