This is the season of the grabbers and clingers. I came home from a walk in the woods with enough seeds stuck to my clothes to start my own weed patch. Bloom time for the wildflowers is past; now is the time when the seeds go traveling.
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Consider the miracle of the wild columbine
For almost 20 years I have ranged the woods and fields near my home in eastern Massachusetts. Most of the plants and animals have become familiar friends. By paying close attention to the weather, I can predict almost to a day when the first red-wing blackbird will reappear along the brook, or when the first cinnamon fern will unfurl its fiddleheads near the pond. There is a pleasure in the familiar, in the recurring patterns of the seasons.