Too old to turn, too hot to brain

On Saturday I visited the sunflowers and then hopped to Orbetello on a 40°C brain-frying shopping spree.

I’ve been meaning to visit the sunflowers again, truly, on an afternoon this time, expecting them to be turned my way, seeing that on June 16th at 10 am they were stubbornly showing me their backs. This post shows how it was then:

Has just been reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma.

This Saturday I want back. I’m not familiar with the sunflower cycle around here but they seem done. For sure there will be no more turning. I had a bit of caption fun again. If you click on a photo, you’ll have them in your living room.

A lovely tree-lined road leading to Capalbio on the hill.

The sunflowers are to the right. I was looking forward to seeing their friendly faces.

However, they were reluctant to look me in the eyes.

“What’s wrong, girl?”

They seemed in mourning.

…and categorically refused to communicate.

Finally I found some that could still speak. Not looking good.

“We’ve been zombified.”

“There is no hope for us.”

Sunflower zombie army moving on.

Capalbio on the hill supervising from above.

I get it, who wants to live forever in this heat.

Then I continued to Orbetello on the lagoon for some colour since yellow was denied to me. I strolled along its one main shopping street and almost died. Not just because they wanted 180 EUR for a rucksack and due to rancid nut bits in my gelato, it was just too hot to brain. Still, I took some photos of the things that kept me alive.

Lovely sea food memories from here. Love their glasses.

Parking by the lagoon.

Landing spot.

Photo: © signature mmm