This lone dandelion caught my eye as I passed it on the steps. It was so white, not the gold I’m used to seeing in bright sunlight, and the rain had clumped the seeds together, making the ends look like wet feathers.
It didn’t matter to me that I did not plant it, nor that it is considered a weed. I admired its tenacity, flourishing there in the bricks.
As I crouched down to take a shot of the dandelion clock, Little Monkey, with her ‘hunter’ eyes, quickly sussed out what I was interested in. She ran straight through the weed – leaving me with the above aftermath.
Little Monkey Helps
I tried again, zooming in on another little weed, only to find it wasn’t in focus. Something else was there . . .
LM In the Position
Oh, it’s you, Little Monkey, sitting so inelegantly, as usual, and looking casually disinterested. You didn’t know I was trying to capture the dandelion? You thought I must want a picture of you? Of course I did!
The Magnificent Golden Glory of the Darling Dandelion
I have always liked dandelions. Who doesn’t want to pick up that ball of clockwork fluff and blow it to kingdom come? The number of puffs it takes to blow all the seeds off the stem tells the time. It is now precisely 27 o’clock! (That last seed just didn’t want to budge!) Hmm, time for tea!