While out in the yard last night, assessing the current state of weediness in the gardens, neglected for several weeks while I was away and lamenting the large clumps of crabgrass growing everywhere, I pointed my camera at a seed stalk. And though I’m not exactly thrilled to have crabgrass growing all over the place, I was taken by the exquisite detail. Memories of childhood summer days, chewing on the stems and tickling one another with the fuzzy seed ends came flooding back. I’m pulling those suckers this afternoon.
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