It rained hard at noon, but the stalwarts opening booths for the first farmers market of the season hung on and before long the weather cleared, and it was sunny and warm.
Today I’m posting some recent outdoor photos from Massachusetts and Rhode Island and thinking particularly how seed pods, the smell of lilacs, and small landscapers make me happy.
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Our poplar trees have the most gorgeous seed pods . . . until the pods burst and spew fuzzy white “cotton” everywhere . . .
I didn’t know whether I was right to call them seed pods as don’t seeds come at the end of the summer? But they look like pods and eventually they flower and then turn to seeds. (I’m happy to learn that the fluffy white stuff comes from poplars.)