on dandelions

Three things come to mind when I think of dandelions.

-A jigsaw puzzle I pieced together ad nauseum as a child bearing a horse and foal in a field covered in them.

-The chain necklaces we made during recess at Forrest Street Elementary School and their immediate wilting.

-Singing ' Momma had a baby and her head popped off,' choreographed to their rhythmic beheading.


one of my favorite flowers