For the past few weeks, I've been driving by a lonely sunflower in the middle of a grass field:
Here's the sunflower in full context:
The soy fields in our area were cut in the past week, and the field right across from my favorite sunflower is bare:
Our wheat was harvested a few weeks ago, and our fields have already
been spread with manure and plowed under, ready for next spring. Our direct neighbour has spread his field with liquid manure, so maybe a bit of rain to wash the smell into the soil might not be a bad idea. Right now, it's nausea-inducing.
My favorite sunflower started to hang its head late this week, and today when I drove by, the field had been cut. Bye-bye sunflower, hope to see you again next year.