the childhood impulse to blow these dandelion seeds to the four winds still lives within me. I’m grateful for that. I like the feeling of hope showings it’s shining face. I picked these at their peek & sprayed them with high gloss varnish. i let their stems dry in the sun, on my windowsill. I have collected 7 now & they stand tall in a glass vase in my kitchen, under my disco ball.
now, walking in the room is akin to traveling back in time to a place were hope & joy was everywhere.