Retro Wildflowers

   Across the road was a huge field teeming with all sorts of wildflowers, or so it seemed then.  But I believe that was not far from the truth.  Helen would lead us over there across the narrow dirt road, a road that led to only one other house further up the road.  That was the reason that they could not get "the electric."  The power company would not erect poles and bring their resource unless there were enough customers, much like the cable and then internet offerings.  But I digress.  There was a sea of flowers, colorful, most of them at least  waist-high, to the waists of us kids anyway.  There were daisies, buttercups, and paintbrushes, both the red and yellow versions. We would pick and pick, armloads for us and an apronful for Helen.
    Back to grandmother's house we would go bearing our bounty, and ready to put them in a receptacle with water.  We needed to keep them fresh because of course we would bring them home.  The container would always be the same: the only suitable and available flower holder would be a canning jar, Atlas or Ball.  Unlike today's collectible vintage canning jars, then they  would be ordinary household items, necessities as everybody canned, just extra jars that were not in use.
    I have no recollection of what happened with the flowers when we arrived home.  But seared in my memory is the vision of a sun-filled field full of flowers and Helen in her glory, amidst the flowers and the visiting children that she loved.