Indian Pipe Plants. They rise up out of the forest bed where the leaf mulch lies inches thick and the sun only penetrates the canopy in small splotches. Ethereal. Ghostly. Beautiful. They grow in the same area of the forest where the faery image was captured. It seems only right that they should choose this spot to grow. They emerge from the ground with their nodding blossoms already formed in that position. Once pollinated, they turn their heads to the sky to allow the seeds to ripen within.
Posted by Lynne on 07/26/2007 at 12:24 PM
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