April 16, 2018 Going to Seed

I feel a bond of fellowship with this cattail, which barely resembles what it was in the bloom of its youth. No longer sleek and thin, it has become rather bulgy and seems to have really let itself go. This sort of “going to seed” happens to us all, whether we like it or not. It’s called “aging,” and our culture spends a great deal of time, energy and money in an effort to thwart it, or at least disguise it. Somehow, what should be viewed as a triumph is seen as tragedy. What do you think is going on here, anyway? The whole point of this fluffy expansion is to disperse seed, and if that isn’t a jolly bit of business worthy of some disfigurement, I don’t know what is. So here I am – I’ve already cast my seed into the world (six of them!) and by golly, I’m going to welcome these fluffy years (sounds better than the empty nest, doesn’t it?). Bring it on.

I’ll probably delete this in the morning.