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September<\/strong><\/p>\n The golden-rod is yellow;\u00a0<\/em> – Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)<\/p>\n I have been neglecting my morning walks because I have been so excited about getting out to photograph in the morning light and before the wind picks up. So today I decided to just make it a camera walk. I found many interesting things to photograph but I especially liked these milkweed seeds. I had photographed milkweed bursting forth from pods at North Mountain Park the other day but the Morning Glories won the day so I was happy to have a chance to bring some milkweed seeds into the mix.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" September The golden-rod is yellow;\u00a0 The corn is turning brown;\u00a0 The trees in apple orchards\u00a0 With fruit are bending down.\u00a0 The gentian\u2019s bluest fringes\u00a0 Are curling in the sun;\u00a0 In dusty pods the milkweed\u00a0 Its hidden silk has spun.\u00a0 The sedges flaunt their harvest,\u00a0 In every meadow nook;\u00a0 And asters by the brook-side\u00a0 Make asters … Continue reading Day 3 – Milkweed Seeds<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,8,16,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-752","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autumn","category-flora","category-macrocloseup","category-nature"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/752","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=752"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/752\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":753,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/752\/revisions\/753"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=752"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=752"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=752"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe corn is turning brown;\u00a0<\/em>
\nThe trees in apple orchards\u00a0<\/em>
\nWith fruit are bending down.\u00a0<\/em>
\nThe gentian\u2019s bluest fringes\u00a0<\/em>
\nAre curling in the sun;\u00a0<\/em>
\nIn dusty pods the milkweed\u00a0<\/em>
\nIts hidden silk has spun.\u00a0<\/em>
\nThe sedges flaunt their harvest,\u00a0<\/em>
\nIn every meadow nook;\u00a0<\/em>
\nAnd asters by the brook-side\u00a0<\/em>
\nMake asters in the brook.\u00a0<\/em>
\nFrom dewy lanes at morning\u00a0<\/em>
\nthe grapes\u2019 sweet odors rise;\u00a0<\/em>
\nAt noon the roads all flutter\u00a0<\/em>
\nWith yellow butterflies.\u00a0<\/em>
\nBy all these lovely tokens\u00a0<\/em>
\nSeptember days are here,\u00a0<\/em>
\nWith summer\u2019s best of weather,\u00a0<\/em>
\nAnd autumn\u2019s best of cheer.\u00a0<\/em>
\nBut none of all this beauty\u00a0<\/em>
\nWhich floods the earth and air\u00a0<\/em>
\nIs unto me the secret\u00a0<\/em>
\nWhich makes September fair.\u00a0<\/em>
\n\u2018T is a thing which I remember;\u00a0<\/em>
\nTo name it thrills me yet:\u00a0<\/em>
\nOne day of one September\u00a0<\/em>
\nI never can forget.<\/em><\/p>\n