Looking for a fresh milkweed seedling in all of this tall grass is like searching for a needle in a haystack. I think that a lot of these waystations will be a long game, returning year after year to search for signs of milk weed and continuing to plant seeds in the hopes that eventually it becomes established. Perhaps some of the seeds will be carried elsewhere by birds or by spring run off and start new patches of milkweed in places we haven't imagined and perhaps can never access by bicycle. Perhaps we will need to begin traveling with bicycle trailers filled with year-old seedlings that will establish themselves more readily and be easier to identify.
Even knowing the characteristics of milkweed and where it likes to grow, it always seems to appear in unexpected places and be absent places you would expect it to be. This was another site that was sonically disturbed, this time by a pump house for municipal water. I am trying to embrace these sounds that impinge upon the natural acoustic environment, and after sewing seeds I tried to use the whir the pump house's motor as a drone to improvise with my trumpet.