Labor Day

I'd originally planned to grab a couple of tools in the garage. On my way I noticed how dark and forbidding the sky was getting as a sizable thunderstorm rolled in. I looked up and there was one of my sunflowers, looking past it's prime and a little shopworn. It's the end of summer and nearly the end of it's life. It's like it knows. It is waiting for the end. The end of the day, of the summer. The end of life. Happy Labor Day.