Yes- this is a glorified picture of just a weed.
It is here not just because I love the little yellow blooms at the edge of the yard and have fun with it when they become a perfect globe like this one, but because of its resilience to grow despite the world trying to do away with it. It grows and rises to reach the sun before it is cut down…
…just another point of view, from the one that is fighting and growing.
As kids, we’d truly believe the blown seeds of a dandelion would go far to a place where wishes would be granted. And so the summer days would be full of wishes gliding in the air. It used to be a magical time – the lazy summer days to dream and wish and wait for it to come true. Those times, when dandelions were the messengers for wishes…
TO FLY in the air To pluck at the stars To have a candy palace Why, nothing seemed bizarre! Wishes wishes, oh so many Blow the dandelion, and ask for any
A HANDFUL of diamonds Prince charming on a stallion Be sought after My charm be my medallion
WISHES wishes, oh so many Blow the dandelion, and ask for any! Not smart but be wise A true friend or a few
BE A kid again, that Innocence like dew Wishes wishes, not too many Blow the dandelion, hoping for an epiphany!
Life according to one of life’s truly gifted naturally born wafflers… an open diary of a Saffer in a different land... life in the greater Dublin & Leinster area. (Blogging since 2011) My quests fuel my dreams… my dreams fuel my quests!!