. . . is the number of burrs i pulled off my jeans, my coat, my sleeves, and my hair after carrying this clingy little monster down my driveway, then taping it to a chair to hold it still for this photo. if i had just taken a sheet of white paper into the woods, the snow in my socks would have melted by now. as things stand, the burrs in my socks will be there for weeks.

virginia stickseed burr

my driveway, saint paul, minnesota