Oh, Taraxacum officinale, you whimsical hippy flower. You start out golden and vain–sunshiny hair blowing in the wind. You grace spring early–hurrying the snow on its way, standing tall before the other flowers have courage enough to poke heads through the cold, damp sod. You are called “dent de lion”–lion’s tooth, with lion-like mane of fierce, unruly hair. But your life is short-lived, dear dandelion. The sun begins to warm and your sunshiny hair begins to fade. Your glowing mane turns fuzzy frenzy. The soft breeze blows your soft hair away. You are gray and balding. Hippy flower that you are, will not submit to the rules of age and even in balding you delight in your own magical way. Each lock of hair a magic wand in the wind. You let down your hair–sprinkling it across the land, through the woods–like mystical fire flies flitting through the night. You proud, vain perfectly perfect hippy flower.
Outside Air 
very peaceful 🙂
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Loving your post – Have a Great Weekend:)
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Thank you! And thank you for reading!
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Loved this!
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Oh good…and I love you :]
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Well… that was interesting. Where did that come from? Ahhh… the mind of a writer.
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p.s. very poetic, by the way…
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There’s no telling where anything I say comes from…it’s exhausting living in my head that’s for dang sure :]
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Funny your dad often says the same thing about his head!
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I can only refer you to the photo of your husband driving the truck.
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;]
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What a great tribute to the dandelion, I will never again look at it the same.
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Good!
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