Thursday, August 27, 2009
Dandelions, Late Season
One recent morning, the heavy dew sparkling on every blade of grass drew my eye to the ground, where I saw that each dandelion seedhead was sparkling, too. From a distance they looked pretty. Up close each one was a magical kingdom.
A week ago, the seeds of this head reminded me of porcupine quills or tiny arrows or feathers from pow-wow regalia.
Many, many years ago I read a poem comparing dandelions to gypsy girls. The poet may have been Russian, but I've looked and looked over the years without success. Does anyone else know that poem? I would very much love to read it again.
Amy-Lynn up in Cow Bay, Nova Scotia, has been looking closely at hydrangea blossoms, which inspire her thoughts on how we look at other people and how easy it is to miss their individuality and beauty.