One of my favorite plants is the milkweed. At first glance, the seed pods are nothing to look at—another of nature’s secrets—something beautiful hidden away in something ugly.
But, in the fall, when they dry out and spill open, they become beautiful little rockets looking for a place to land.
When the light hits these tiny fireworks, they become magical—little pieces of fluff attached to a small seed, illuminated by a bit of light, catching the air and flying away.
I try to hang on to each sliver of fleeting light for I know what comes next is the cold, dreary winter.
My hope is this threatened species can survive the shrinking natural habitat.