This weekend was longer than usual because of President’s Day, which gave me a much needed break from the stress of school. My blog post this week is even more local than last week’s. It’s practically in my backyard! I had always thought of this flower field as very hidden and unknown since no one comes to Summerland and the entrance is disguised. Yet, this weekend, I was very surprised by the bombardment of insta posts from girls posing in this field (although I admit to be included in this ). This made me realize that my secret spot wasn’t so secret after all, but it’s still worth sharing and a must see for anyone passing through sleepy Summerland.

Like any adventure, it’s better enjoyed in the company of a good friend. This President’s Day, Quincy Spaulding came to my house and we walked down to the field. From my house, it’s about three or four blocks down Whitney Avenue to a small, driveway ish, street called Temple Street. Turning up Temple will lead one to a path that traces around the perimeter of the flowers. To really be emmersed in the yellow mustard, it involves a bit of weed whacking with your feet. And since Q and I wanted the best viewpoint, we did just that.

Some might have argued that we picked a poor day to visit this field because, although it was clear and beautiful out, the air was frosty and the wind was chilling. Every time a big gust came, we hunkered down and attempted to wait for the wind to settle down before \we could continue our walk. This small inconvenience didn’t take away from the feild’s beauty. The mustard swayed in one large motion, similar to a forming ocean wave. On one skyline lies dramatic mountains. Looking the other way, one can catch a glimpse of the white-capped ocean if you stand in the right spot. The yellow flowers pop when set again a virbant blue sky. If you have read my previous posts, you know I appreciate pretty colors and pretty views. This spot was no exception.

Having lived in Summerland all my life, I am very familiar with all the attractions there. There is not that much to do, but in March, when this flower field blooms, it is worth the trip. “This, by far, is my favorite dune in this land. It makes my hairs tingle and prickle upward towards the sky’s like i feel like i could fly. My hairs could take me up to the sky and heaven and abovei feel like a good dove. I see Jesus and i giggle lightly. I try to do it politely”- poem by Ava Sutherland