Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
I remember as a kid playing with the milkweeds in the fall. They liked to land on you face and go up the nose. I did like seeing how they looked like parachutes flying in the sky.
6 comments:
Beautiful photo.
A perfect verse at the change of seasons!
Hope you're doing well!!
So pretty! The poem says it perfectly.
Oh, that is lovely.
Lovely! And perfect verse!!!
I remember as a kid playing with the milkweeds in the fall. They liked to land on you face and go up the nose. I did like seeing how they looked like parachutes flying in the sky.
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