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Ironweed

Purple escaped when no one was looking


leeching from springtime irises, leaving them faded and spent.



Purple vanished, riding the wind until it was captured
by lowly Ironweed sentinels keeping watch by the side of the road.





Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. Luke 12:27



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  1. SandySeptember 12, 2011 at 7:10 AM

    Beautiful, Wanda...

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  2. lil red henSeptember 12, 2011 at 5:44 PM

    They are beautiful, aren't they? Just a lowly weed. I know we have them; there's something in the pastures each fall that I've always wondered about. I'll have to take a sample and compare it with your pictures.

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  3. E.C.September 13, 2011 at 7:07 AM

    Thanks for sharing this, I always wondered what those were. Wildflowers are so lovely and so is your narrative about purple. I enjoyed it very much. :)

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