light as air
This morning the thistles in the field where we walk the dogs were full of seedheads all at various stages. They are so soft and pretty and looked just beautiful in the morning sun. Thistles have such a very delicate perfume when there are loads of them all together. The little seeds escaping were starting their journey to find fresh places to grow next year. Like delicate thoughts flying off into the air hoping to grow into bigger ideas.