The yellow flowers are turning brown underneath.
They are on the way out.
From a distance, the leaves look happy and healthy.
It's an illusion, though. Once the flowers die, the stalk will wither, and so will the greenery below.
But, abhorring a vacuum, Mother Nature steps in.
As the leaves curl in on themselves and droop to the ground, a baby century plant is being sheltered from the sun's full strength.
Gardening gives me hope for the future.
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