Honeysuckle. So pretty to see, so sweet to smell. It looks almost like some sort of alien creature or mythical multi headed dragon with flicking tongues of stamens.
A fancy Sunday hat, a crown not of thorns but of delicate petals and stamen beads of gold.
It would not be out of place in 'Avatar', or on a 1970s pop album cover. Actually the sort of thing I used to doodle all over my jotters at school. "Are you paying attention Miss Gorrie?", hmmm not really, I spent more time decorating my book covers and notebooks with weird flowers, butterflies and animals, than I ever did learning about maths and history.
You'd think I might have a thing for biology with all this interest in flowers and plants. Alas no, the old frog dissection and prodding about with eggs etc did nothing to draw me to class.
The art room was my home at school. The flowers in jugs waiting for their big debut in still life paintings. The honeysuckles in perfection on one day and by next class starting to crumple and fall. Their fragrance getting stronger and stronger as they fade.
Their beauty just changes as they age. A different shade and a different shape. Some of those dragon heads fall and others still hold strong. It takes time for the flowers to completely fade.
One last little flower on an otherwise faded head. A last little trumpet facing the sky. My summer is not over yet.