As the seasons change, like the wildflowers in bloom, the leaves fall on country, there is self-reflection, of a journey, of healing, of connection to my country, I close my eyes I see my Grandmothers face, I see her strength, her spirit, her pride, which lives on in her daughters, in her granddaughters & great granddaughters, it's family, it's belonging, because of her I am me... My Grandmothers Wildflower...