Monday, October 26, 2009
:: great winds to put our kite up. a milkweed wand found in the open field. their seeds were packed inside like a pine cone. the soft, fuzzy silk filaments are so lovely to the touch. the seeds were gradually blowing out on our travels back to the car.
In a milkweed cradle all close and warm (cup hands together)
Little seeds are hiding safe from harm (keep hands closed)
Open wide the cradle now, hold it high (open hands, raise them above your head)
Come along wind, help them fly (sway open hands in the air)