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Wednesday, April 24, 2013


first dandelion!
and the second
and the . . .
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Blogger Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

Dandelions certainly erupt suddenly on our lawns, don't they?

I'm a fan of that much-maligned flower, so cheerfully-colored.

Maybe it's just the kid in me remembering seeing if my friends 'liked butter, on their chins, popping off yellow heads with a flick of my thumb, and blowing the delicate white parachute seeds.

7:24 AM  
Blogger Warren said...

Hah! Isn't that (this) the truth, Bill. Love this - again. You'd think I would get tired of saying that.


10:16 AM  
Blogger Magyar said...

__We're in the dandelion patch, you and I! I like yours better! _m

5:14 PM  
Blogger Adelaide said...

You must be on my lawn. They are just starting to pop up.


5:47 AM  
Blogger polona said...

this has spring written all over but it also reminds me of Michael McClintock's poppies

10:05 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...


1:49 AM  
Blogger Monika said...

We are not yet there, Bill. But, look :

my neighbour
takes them for dandelions -
coltsfoot everywhere

5:53 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

When I was little, "flower" meant "dandelion." They are, I suppose, the poor relations of showier flowers. But you know what they say about poor people.

12:34 PM  

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