Watching Plants

milkweed podI’ve written before about how much I love my new commute. Most days, I walk 35 minutes to work. Because the end of daylight savings time brought darkness in the evenings, I take the metro home.

I feel like a sort of old-fashioned naturalist, looking at the same plants every morning and seeing them change through the seasons. The leaves are nearly gone from the trees now; the other day, it even snowed. For two and a half months before that I’d been watching the same milkweed plant every morning, and I wrote about that plant for The Last Word on Nothing.

Two and a Half Months of Milkweed

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