Denying her hippie beginnings was a futile battle now that the coreopsis were in full bloom. Isabella quite happily tiptoed through the flowers knowing that whilst her allergies would cripple her frolicking, there was nothing more gorgeous as fields and fields of yellow daisies as far as the eyes could see. In the words of her niece – ‘it is like all of my dreams have come true’. Antihistamines helped Isabella enjoy the dreamy haze that is coreopsis season.
Isabella, again attempting to deny her hippie roots, found herself hiding under the ground cover only to discover the wild purple orchids were in bloom and were in fact the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. This miniature world before her made her contemplate not only her own existence but that of the human race. After a moment of her existential realisation, Isabella ran to the house remembering that there was a bottle of sparkling chilling in the freezer. Another disaster averted.
Many years had passed since Isabella watched her hippie parents chaining themselves to trees. Now missing them dearly – they worked crazy long hours as visual merchandisers in a major department store in the big city – Isabella couldn’t help finally hugging this tree with her body and soul. She never understood her parents in the old days, but she was even more puzzled by them now that they had sold themselves to the corporate world. Isabella realised that their work had set her free.
On the Granite Belt 