Seedheads - Missoula, Montana

"It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em," said Captain Jim. "When I ponder on them seeds I don't find it nowise hard to believe that we've got souls that'll live in other worlds. You couldn't hardly believe there was life in them tiny things, some no bigger than grains of dust, let alone colour and scent, if you hadn't seen the miracle, could you?” - LM. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams

Grass Seeding - Missoula, Montana

"There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice." - John Calvin (1509-1564)

Seedheads, Missoula, Montana

Seed Heads Bursting Gold Light by Jeff Hardin

"We need to busy ourselves with memorizing autumn
in the puddles down the drive. A single
forgotten reflection makes all the others tremble.

I didn’t think twice as a boy, lying prostrate
to watch a dandelion bend with the breeze.
Amazing! I knew already what to do with my life.

I’d wager Solomon, had he lived nearby,
would have taken long walks in the sage grass field,
just to watch how seed heads burst with gold light..."

Please venture here to read the remaining two verses of Jeff Hardin’s evocative poem.