First dandelion on my lawn this spring. I really don't mind them as long as they are green, although I pull them because I feel the evil eye from my neighbors. I especially like a bouquet of them with their milky stems, preferably picked by a child. And absolute fields of them from a particular angle when it looks like a blanket of sunshine yellow. One man's weed is another man's miracle.
June 2017 – Rock Notes – 19
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