Wilting

It's hot!

Meltingly, sticky, honey eyed as the honey of a tiger eye, night and day hot hot hot.

As I took these photos a woman came up to me and told me that the old lady that's planted and been fuzzing over these beautiful blossoms is getting too ill to do so, from age and warmth.

She said: "We have to hurry and take these (photos) now. They are wilting."
I said: "Det är nu de är som vackrast. Now they are the most beautiful."
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I got a teensy tiny, extra job today! Exactly what I needed.
I was hired with the words: "We're not looking for anyone cool."

So now you know.
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Autumn, be good to me.