The End of Summer


Took a walk today, and there, next to the irrigation canal, was a milkweed plant with a dried seed pod that had broken open, spilling it’s silky contents. Now, I haven’t seen milkweed since I was a kid – the dried pods of the milkweed plant were a sign of the end of summer when I was growing up in Ohio.


Southeastern Idaho is very different from Northeastern Ohio. No big irrigation canals there, for one thing. But the milkweed is the same.


So here’s to summer. I’m going to enjoy it while I can.