Wednesday, January 25, 2012

morning glories

Was sitting in the sun, in my summerhouse. Sunny and 42 degrees, snow melting all around. I closed my eyes and turned my face to the sun, thinking of solar flares and northern lights. I opened my eyes and noticed small black pellets on the floor: seeds.

Morning glory seeds. The lattice walls of the summerhouse were twined with flower vines and dry seeds were bursting out of papery globes. I got a glass jar and started picking the spheres. I burst the paper and blew the shreds out of my palm, dumped seeds into the jar. Ready for spring planting and summer blossoms.

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