This year my agapanthus season begun with a lot of anger. Some people (whom I did not catch at it) started to bend long stems and as a result there were many almost broken agapanthuses. I tried to catch perpetrators, I tried to change my route or walk past without looking at the unhappy flowers, I tried to think why this makes me so sad and give it names. But at the end I started cutting dead yellow stalks and bent flowers and made bouquets to draw. This helped.