Monday, 31 August 2009

The day we ate Frank

The month started with a sunflower called Frank and it's also going to end with him. He was a handsome chap when he was at his dapper best, a surrogate sun when the real thing deserted us, and now when his fine regalia has dropped away, he performs his final bow this summer by donating his seedy fruit to a loaf of Debbie's bread.

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