Friday, September 27, 2019

My Spiky Friend

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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