I know what you’re thinking. My favorite weed. Me-a child of the 60’s.
Well nothing could be further from the truth. Yes, I dressed like a hippie and listened to all that psychedelic music. But weed? Nope, never tried it.
My mother would have killed me.
The weed I have always been enchanted with, obsessed with, in love with is none other than the lowly milkweed. Asclepias.
As a child, I was fascinated by the milkweed pods. Inside each pod were feathery seeds which floated on the wind when released. I didn’t even care that the stems and outer parts of the milkweed was sticky and gooey and all that goo was hard to remove from my hands. I just loved popping open the pods and releasing the fairy-like, wispy seeds into the air. They were magical. It was like blowing on a dandelion after it…
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