I remember when we were kids & we used to find these seed heads & blow them singing "Love me, love me not, love me love me not". We would keep blowing & singing until the seed head was empty & all the seeds were floating along the wind. Now when I find them in my garden, I carefully pick them & throw them in the bin, just so the seeds do not start another round of weeds. I must admit though, it was very tempting to start singing & blowing again. This one was just perfect. One day I am going to produce one of these in stitches.
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