Autumn in Vancouver means a lot of things. Amongst these Fall pleasures is the change from abundant yellow, into billowy white of the dandelions in our front yard that barely see's the mower throughout the summer.
I love Dandelions. I love that a weed that could be construed as so insignificant is capable of such transformation. I love that something so delicate and slight is so prolific in numbers and its ability to survive. I love that there is a lion amongst all these subtleties.
ROAR!
1 comment:
and they are very delicious.
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