June 2, 2004 at 9 PM

The Fickle Gazania

When the sun comes out, so do the gazanias I planted on the balcony. Like some sort of spoiled supermodel, this flower only puts on its pretty clothes when confronted by bright lights. In the dark and wet, it curls up into its housecoat and sleeps in all day.

Previously: Draw Thyself

Subsequently: The Sunset From My Balcony

June 2004
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