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my parking lot dandelion

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I’m not sure if it was a dandelion.  The wispy head was the size of a softball.  I’d never seen one so large before.  There were, in fact, three growing on the side of the hill.  I saw them as I raced to the train station.  Running late, I couldn’t photograph them at the time.  A few hours later, heading home, I saw that there was only this one remaining. The others had blown away.

This one’s placement on the hill was too high, and the plants around it too thorny, for me to get too close.  I zoomed in as best I could but I could not brush away the grasses growing in front of it. Later, I considered deleting the image — it was not what I had expected — but something stayed my hand long enough to see the beauty of what I had captured, and which existed no more except in memory.

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I had picked the two dandelions while walking home in the rain.  The seed heads were wet but still intact.  They looked like rain-soaked baby chicks, all spiky and glistening.  I remember my goal that day was to get the stems home and photograph them before they fell apart.  A piece of black slate formed the background.  I’ve yet to sort through the photos.  I was surprised to see the next day that the seed heads had not disintegrated but had in fact puffed up.

When I showed them to a small friend, who’s big into science these days, I started to describe the dandelion anatomy.  But when I tried to talk about the seeds and the “parachutes” that allow them to sail across the sky, my little friend became quite adamant.  “No, no, no,” she said. “These are fairies and the white, wispy parts are their wings.”  We stared at each other for a while and then I said, “Well, my dear, let’s go set some fairies free then.”  She cupped the dandelions in her hands and we went in search of an open window.

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maybe a blue moon rises

or the black velvet night becomes filled with stars.

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In fact, a dandelion, up close and personal.

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Making me smile this morning …

The delightful essay Solitaire in Talking Writing Magazine, that brings to mind that conundrum I’m experiencing this month of balancing discipline and productivity with just a dash or two (or three) of what I call creative procrastination.

Making me reflect …

Bullying.  No, I have not seen the new documentary just released, though I hope I have the courage to watch it when it comes to my area.  I’m referring to comments made in the Ezra Keats biography mentioned in yesterday’s post, and stories told by Mister Rogers in a documentary now airing on PBS.  How both men as young boys were bullied and how the experiences influenced the art of Mr. Keats (check out Goggles) and the life work of Mister Rogers (see Mister Rogers and Me).

Making me imagine …

Dandelions.  Through the office window where I sit, I see a field of dandelions in a garden that my neighbor has yet to prepare for planting.  I imagine going over to my neighbor, whom I have never met, and asking her if I might pick those “weeds” and turn them into wine as I once did as a child back in Virginia.  She might hear me out and then slam the door.  Or, in a month or so, I might be sharing pics of mason jars filled with citrus-infused homemade brew.  Time will tell … 😉

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