If I lived in the upper right hand corner of this country, which I do, and it were the beginning of the longest part of the winter, which it is, the last place I'd think to look for promises of spring would be the frozen, dead and mildewy remains of a poisonous plant.
But there they are, poised for take-off. Come May, at least some of these little milkweed seeds will be on their way to blooming into less gaudy versions of the increasingly popular florist's flower, Asclepias 'Beatrix', and feeding a host of humming insects (including Vermont's state butterfly).
I know it's probably mostly just for catching the breeze, but doesn't all that fluff look reassuringly warm?
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