I found some chicory down the road from my house the other day. I had no idea it grew wild around here and so took some home with me for a bouquet. I learned each blossom only lasts a day and they get more insubstantial and pale as the blossom heads towards its demise. This is a fresh one that I shot this morning before my run -
I really like how the petals are stuck together and the stamens are still in their wrappers.
It's amazing how much color bleeds from them in the sun. At the end of the day, they start to wither. The stamens are released and they're all curly. After this stage the petals fall and dry and the next day another one blooms and it starts all over again.
Not the best photos ever, but I like the plant itself and am tempted to go dig it up (it's just on the side of the road) and put it in my yard.
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