The sun shined today. A break in the miserable weather we’ve been having. A chance to get out into the garden. With all the recent rains the weeds are rife. Out of control. Threatening total garden domination. It really goes without saying that weeds are not good. Ugly. Messy. Blah blah. But dandelions. Pretty. Enchanting. Fairy-like. Most of my time in the garden this afternoon was spent photographing this dandelion. A playful distraction to the real work of ripping out the multitude of weeds, dandelion included.
As a child my Nan and I would pick dandelions as we walked to the train station. There were lots and lots on the route from her place, growing along the fence lines next to the cracked concrete paths. We would pick them to tell the time: [blow] 1 o’clock, [blow] 2 o’clock… the number of breaths it took to remove all the spurs was the time of day. Fond memories.