Dense blooms dot the trail side, shining like the sun on a cloudless day. “Where did I hear that,” he said not expecting an answer. “Maybe you told me?” “Told you what?” “Dandelions were brought over from Europe…somebody thought they were pretty.” “I think they’re pretty. Look at them growing with the other wild flowers—I like them best when they’ve gone to seed and their downy heads are covered with dew.”
Somebody thought they were pretty...
Somebody thought they were pretty...
Somebody thought they were pretty...
Dense blooms dot the trail side, shining like the sun on a cloudless day. “Where did I hear that,” he said not expecting an answer. “Maybe you told me?” “Told you what?” “Dandelions were brought over from Europe…somebody thought they were pretty.” “I think they’re pretty. Look at them growing with the other wild flowers—I like them best when they’ve gone to seed and their downy heads are covered with dew.”