The milkweed whispers,
the sunlight answers, “Away- it is time to go. Today while having another day of school at home, I spied outside more milkweed on the cusp of drying and letting the seeds fly away on their coma, what most of us know as the ephemeral floss or fluff. We went out at lunchtime and gently helped them puff out in the sun, and be on their way. In these magical little parachutes, each one bears a seed each that may help feed the Monarch butterflies next year. Here's to rhythmic, steady growth and change in the natural world, that does not depend on human whims.
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