lady_branwyn

I grew up out on the country on a rural route where the city bus would drop us off at the bottom of a hill and we'd have to walk the mile home from there. Along the way, in the fall, we'd climb through the ditch to get to the milkweed plants that populated the verge along the pasture fence, just so we could get to the pods and amuse ourselves opening them up and sending little puffs of its fluff flying around us.