The agapanthus in my garden are fading to a light purple and going to seed. They're such reliable, sturdy things but even they feel lethargic in Sydney's mid-summer heat. C calls them 'panthus' and uses them as microphones when we're in the garden, announcing who will be next on the slide or singing 'baa baa black sheep' while we're getting everyone in the car. Getting everyone in the car takes a while so I've heard a lot of 'baa baa black sheep' over the past year! I wonder if she'll still do that when they bloom again next year? I hope so, it's those little things that I adore.