Not a beautiful photograph, but a sort of lesson. Seed falling from dying flowers on the edge of the sidewalk. A profusion of seed. I wonder how many tons of it are produced along my walk each day, to say nothing of other walks and other communities. It’s a part of the process we seldom see. Seed in packets at the store aren’t quite the same. It seems artificial, conjured, made for sale, while these are a drop in the bucket of what’s going on around us. Humans reproduce so slowly that we don’t seem to notice the process as process. Pregnancy and babies are events — rarities. Whereas this is going on all year round, at least in these parts. A hedge is covered with flowers for the second time this year, while these flowers give their all and then die back. But how long before they reappear? How long until we are startled by fresh green and first blooms? All this going on around us as we trod the pavement continuing in our thoughts.