Watching the dancing dandelion seeds float in the breeze. Thousand on thousand. Tiny parachutes glowing in the sunshine, each the potential to be some gardener’s bane, each on landing a waiting weed hungry for roots that will feed and grow.Lawns and pavements, building sites, gardens and pastures, busy roadsides, quiet graveyards - dandelions plant themselves everywhere, anywhere - deep rooted and bitter, bright headed and milky, salad leaved and sunny. A weed is a just flower growing in the wrong place.
Dandelion sunshine falling from the skies, setting up home on earth - and making me smile.
Catching one I make a hex. Float and find home - settle, grow, make dandelion smiles and pattern a grey world with sunshine.
I know I shouldn't but I hate them with a passion for the nuisance they cause in the garden although apparently we should leave them alone because of the bees .....
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