I’ve been thinking a lot about dandelions these days.

I used to be a prolific dandelion puff blower. It was borderline compulsive, it was a rare puff of seeds that escaped me. I was actually told by a few friends that I seemed to have exponentially increased the number of dandelions in my neighborhood (which I found both magical, and impossibly difficult to quantify.)

I rarely wish on mating flowers any more. I walked by a huge field full of snow drifts of these whimsical flowers and… walked right by.

I don’t have a lot to wish for anymore, I guess.

Good thing I never got that dandelion tattoo.

About Charlotte

In an attempt to figure it all out, I've broken the world up in to tiny pieces and am conquering them one at a time.
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One Response to Springalingading

  1. Blythe says:

    I have always loved dandelion puffs, and I imagine I will always make wishes on them– and the number of puffs blown seems to be directly related to what’s going on in my life. Things are pretty easy? Then I’ll just grab a couple of the course of the spring. Rough few months? Watch out, dandelion puffs!

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