My grandson picked these dandelions while walking around the block with his grandfather. He brought them to me and we found the perfect vase…a dixie cup, the best spot for dandelions plucked away from their stem. He was so excited over the flowers he walked around the block again, this time with me to show me where they grew. He stopped and bent down to exclaim over each yellow flower, “They are beautiful Nanny, aren’t they?”
Yes, oh yes, they are beautiful my Derek. I remember loving dandelions as a child and blowing their fluffy tops into the air with a wish. I hope I remember this small dixie cup of sunshine and the walk with my grandson forever.