I remember riding the tractor with my dad while he was mowing the lawn.  I’d watch the yellow heads of the dandelions go under the mower and would applaude the ones that popped back up.  I know to many dandelions are the enemy, but I’ve always been a fan.

We were out for a walk and went by an untended patch of grass full of dandelions gone to seed.  It doesn’t take much convincing to get the kids involved with blowing dandelions seeds.  I was happy with how the light was catching the seeds as they floated away.

 The same light caught this enthusiastic wish.

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