There are so many unexpected pleasures to living in Utah. Things I never could have imagined. Like the glorious sunsets. The hot, dry summer. The cool fall nights. The way the mountains make me feel like I’m home. The quiet solitude of snow falling on pines at 7,000 feet. But one of my favorites has been these patches of yellow flowers. After some research I have discovered that they are called prairie sunflowers. They are EVERYWHERE. In front yards, on the mountains, on the sides of the roads and highway. I find myself wondering how such a brilliant flower could survive this crazy, dry Utah landscape with no tending. It hardly rains here and yet these flowers have found a way to pop up as vibrant, cheerful reminders that where there’s a will, there’s a way. Nature can, and will, persist and survive. And with that, these colorful warriors remind me that I must do the same. That no matter what the landscape is, I must push through and bring as much sunshiney happiness as I can, both to myself and others. I will be so sad for fall to come to a close and these scrappy survivors to be gone until next year, however I look forward to the promise of their return. And the proof that maybe, just maybe, I have finally found where I belong.