Dandelion, Hope, Joy, Dance

I remember the meadows of my childhood, wildflowers galore, daisies, bellflowers, dandelions and many more, some whose name I have forgotten.



I love and admire dandelions, some think it’s the strangest thing they’ve ever heard, most try to kill them every which way, but they never succeed. When the dandelion is through blooming it forms this wonderful balloon, the wind comes along and these tiny umbrellas fly into the sky and let the wind carry them. They dance in the air, children try to move them blowing at them and eventually they decide on a landing place to plant a seed for another flower. It doesn’t matter where in the world you are, sooner or later you will find this wonderful, joyful flower bloom and the cycle begins again.