Coneflowers are a prominent symbol of native prairie plants. They are colorful and last throughout the growing season. Their abundant blooms spread easily from one year to the next. The distinct droop of their petals is easy to recognize. Coneflowers abound in sites of prairie restoration.
The coneflowers in the Monarch Waystation behind my house have been well beyond their prime for weeks. Only their signature seed cones remain atop most of the stems. But there are a few places with new blooms, maturing blooms, and seed cones all mixed up with one another. Coming upon those remnant patches, I find myself in full view of the proverb: “All the flowers of the tomorrows are in the seeds of today.”
Autumn is a difficult time of year for many people in northern climates. Days grow shorter and shorter between increasingly chilly nights. Dried up summer flowers and crops yet to be harvested rattle in the wind. The coloring of the land turns to a darker palette of browns and grays. The birdsong of warmer months has largely stilled as the fullness of summer has shed on every side. Inside that dominant story of decline and diminshment lies a paradoxical tale of anticipated growth. On the fur of passing animals and the breath of the wind, seeds are carried, scattered, and distributed here and there. Those seeds will be on pause through long weeks of stillness and cold. They can't be rushed. But with the returning promise of increasing light and warmth, those seeds will be in position for a remarkable new greening. In many dark times , it can be very hard to keep the seeds in mind. It is then that this coneflower photo reminds me of the ongoing cycle from new bloom to seed cone and back again.