This past week we came across the chive's big brother, the ornamental onion after its' prime. Now we like it even more.
After the purple fades, the dried flower and stem 'skeleton' still hold their own. Something of this dried structure reminded me of old wooden rollercoasters that have lost their newness, the wood shows through and the paint has faded long ago by the sun. Or the old flashing starburst neon signs that still hang over the retro Chinese restaurant in our old Bronx neighborhood. Dandelions float away on the wind when they have expired, and daffodils shrivel and flop. But these stand their ground - even through the torrential downpour that happened this past Sunday.