These are little wild Asters. They grow all over up here, and they are another sure sign that Summer is gracefully yielding the stage to her sister Autumn.
In all the years that I've been photographing Asters I never noticed the little pods that they make until I cropped this photo. I've always thought that I was a pretty observant person, but I've had a couple of things like this happen lately that makes me think I wasn't as observant as I thought.
Or ... maybe I'm becoming more observant as I grow older. It's another thing I can add to my list to remind myself that being a Crone, being in 'my' Autumn, is not so bad. As I age I feel more connected than I ever have to the Great Mystery. I treasure that...and I wouldn't trade my Autumn for another Summer even if I could.
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