There's something utterly splendid about sunflowers that have passed their sell-by date. There comes a time when you have no choice but to bin them of course, but in the three or four days leading up to that unhappy moment I find the magnificence of their decrepitude completely irresistible. They're like flamboyant old theatrical heart-throbs living on former glories.
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Delightful. I particularly like the yellow of the petals.
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