And the bits of silken down
Float off upon the autumn breeze
Across the meadows brown."
~Cecil Cavendish, The Milkweed
Help! Someone make it stop!
I just can't seem to stop snapping pictures of milkweed pods!
Oh, I have no idea how many photos I took...
There surely must be a support group for me somewhere.
You don't think so??
So here it is, the week after Thanksgiving and instead of getting down my Christmas decor,
I spent most of the day on Saturday messing around with milkweed!
A few months back, a certain crazy lady was seen chasing butterflies....
in that same field of what was then, milkweed blossoms, across for the Goodwill Store.
Well, she apparently reemerged over weekend...
...only this time it was something else she was after.
I remember as a little girl being smitten with these lovely seed pods in the fall.
Back then, I didn't really think about what a magnificent creation they truly were...
...I just thought they were really neat.
Looking inside of the pod is really where the magic is.
Every seed, although nearly identical to the next,
has it's own unique fingerprint, so to speak...just like us.
A friend of mine told me that she had planted some seeds,
and better yet, they were growing!
Others came up volunteer from some that had made their way into her flower beds.
...right after I get out those Christmas decorations and get busy :)