I had a dream a few nights ago about flying on a plane, which is not surprising since I flew yesterday (I suppose that since I fly regularly, but not as much as someone who flies for business reasons, this activity falls in that dream sweet spot of mildly unusual happenings). Still not as much fun as flat-out flying in a dream, by which I mean flying without the aid of machinery.
As I predicted last week and the week before, the dandelion field is growing back. Right now, there are just the green echelons of spears, of whippy-thin stalks topped with high-pinched buds. I would say that the buds are shaped like teardrops, except that no teardrop is actually "teardrop-shaped", so really it's a ridiculous phrase.
And whoo boy, is there a lot of them. I've always heard about the persistence of dandelions, how they grow back more when they're cut. But I never expected to see such a thick bed of them on the crest of that hill, so dense that even if one or two of them wilted, they wouldn't fall very far off of vertical before being propped up by a neighbor.
If this is the dandelions' way, perhaps I am not so distraught that they were cut.
Reality check. I would be even less distraught if I could have a real flying dream...
Reality check. I would be even less distraught if I could have a real flying dream...
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It's always fun to read your little observations on the world around you. Go dandelions!
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