Wonder full.Childhood, the joy of picking ripe dandelion heads and blowing the tiny parachutes up into the breezy sky. No care of weeds then. Poof, magic, timeless...
Lovely.Whenever I see Dandelion clocks I am reminded of a friend back in Aber. He was about 40 I suppose and from Scotland and until I told him,he had no idea that those clocks were a later stage of Dandelions. How can he have gone through life without noticing that? We used to drive my grandmother crazy as children blowing those clocks all over her garden!!
Enjoyed it immensely. Simple on top, and with so much packed into six short lines I am sure I will go on enjoying it for a long while.
What a terrific image!! And such a thoughtful poem to accompany it!
-:) I dont care what the gardener says...I like dandelions
And aren't the days as fragile, and as quickly gone, as the dandelion head?I never realized that May Day was the first day of SUMMER on the old pagan calendar. I hope you had some sun today in Brittany.
Just today, I was looking at the stars that appear on dandelion clocks so beautifully depicted here.
What a way you have with words and pictures. I enjoyed your previous prose poem too.
Crumbs, what a start to the day... simply beautiful.
Oh ..that heavenly 'fur' flower is called "dandelion clock"? I saw a lot of it in my childhood story books illustrations..but we don't have it here. I remember one book said fairies live on it. How are you doing dear Lucy?
Our lane is just filled with dandelion clocks! I can't believe I haven't seen any children blowing them!
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