Dry seeds and flowers. (Macro) (Click picture for larger view)
"It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days." ~ Henry David ThoreauDried flowers, shriveled and frosted with silk spider web and tiny seed pods fluttering with each breath of air; last years growth, now shed and floating earthward on the breeze. So small, so seemingly insignificant and yet a matter of life and death for the parent plant; these represent its future, its progeny. In this small dry, dead fluff, lies the beginnings of a new bush; large red succulent flowers and dark lush green leaves. But the flower has to die and the seed must scatter afar to fertile soil for new life to begin.
Submission for MacroDay topic "dry". (end of post)