The Third Omen

Yesterday afternoon, after the skip was taken away, I went out to mow the grass.  Amongst the growth on the lawn near the stream I found a single tall weed with vaguely familiar leaves, and mowed around it.  I am pretty sure that it grew from some old rabbit food that had been stored in the shed since that disastrous Christmas in 2007, and which I found and threw out to the birds a month or so back, when I started clearing the garage.

It seems to be a sunflower.

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Alone in a sea of spinifex.
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