The Larkspurs are going to seed.
I love it.
They rattle when you bump into them.
You can see little black seeds on the ground around the plants.
Each day there are more to gather.
I know my Grandma used to gather seeds from her flowers.
I have an envelope that used to have seeds in it from her.
It said: Sweet William
I love to save seeds for the next growing season.
The plants and flowers just seem to mean more.
Now they are not coming from a package I bought from the Dollar General.
Now they are growing from seeds I saved.
Just like Grandma.