"The milkweed pods are breaking,
and the bits of silken down
float off upon the autumn breeze
across the meadows brown."
- by Cecil Carendish, The Milkweed
I came across this poem the other day and thought it was delightful in its verse and image. Especially since I had just picked a fair number of pods that day (from my own front yard milkweed grove). So that I could appreciate them just a while longer, I arranged them in a glass bowl. It is here, indoors, that I can regularly observe their green-turning-to-brown hollows and ridges - I find the exterior so appealing in pattern and texture. And certainly so different from the inner silken down.....
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