Dandelions intrigue me.
There’s something so special about a flower that bears it’s seeds for all the world to see. As if exposure isn’t enough, the wind, a child’s breath, or the rain can come and scatter the many seedlings where ever they may go.
So beautiful. So fragile. And so significant.
Known to the world as a weed. But I prefer to call it a wild flower.
~Keep on Smiling!~