Milkweed: a favorite, really a connection, to my childhood and a deep sense of the earth. When I think about growing up in a rural setting, I think about milk weed pods. Knowing what they are and when they are ready to fly into the sky, this is knowing your world. This is how a child can feel the seasons. Live them and love them, and be connected to the entire beauty of the world.
As the green lush of summer began to fade I slowly watched the milkweed by the side of the road emerge. The field was mowed, yet the stalks at the edge of the road stood tall. I watched, each stalk holding up its precious pods, the pods curling and pointed as the autumn sun dried them.
Going out into the sun, I felt so happy. Breathing in the fresh air and feeling the sun made me so happy. A refreshing wave of life and energy. It was like a little growth spurt! A little family leap into nature, growing and breathing and feeling and remembering.
Beautiful writing!
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