Aggies' finale

Hate to sound like a gushing newbie, but it can still astonish me to find how beautiful plants can be when you look at them closely - even if they're stone dead, run-their-race, had-a-good-innings Agapanthus flowers.
Chopped off all the stems today in the kerbside Aggie strip - I'm told this is what you do, so this is what I do - because they were so exhausted after flowering that a lot of the stems were bending over precariously - or plain broken - and could no longer support the weight of the flower. By flower, I mean the flower-head minus all the lavender flowers and petals, and also the moisture which once gave the stem colour and life, with only the pods and seeds remaining.
Piling them up on the footpath, I noticed that most of their black seeds (about 1cm long, in a vaguely teardrop shape) were falling out of their palest-of-beige pods - which are now fully open, crispy-dry and almost transparent.
Looking even more closely, you can see that the seeds are no longer  smooth and shiny, so much as wrinkled and misshapen by the gradual drying-out process. And so many of the 'spikes', which had all hosted their own flower and pod during the Spring and Summer, have nothing remaining at the tip but a neat little dried knob-end.
Intricate, convoluted, fascinating - even after they've kicked the bucket. Would that we'd look such interesting corpses, I say.