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Milkweed Explosion |
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My
daughter and I make expeditions each autumn to
a field near our home in Concord that has
a fine crop of milkweed.
We keep checking the progress
of the pods. Finally they burst, releasing
the teardrop-shaped seeds on
their silken "parachutes" to
drift across the field in the autumn breeze,
expanding the patch
and making next year's crop even better.
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