I love to watch children find dandelions and with amazing delight blow them out... and then go on to search for another. Why can't we be more like children sometimes?
As children we run and pick these flowers, because we can't wait to blow them out and make a wish. But as adults we walk right past them or pull them out of our yards because they are "weeds". Sometimes we need to stop in our crazy lives and make a wish. Because you never know, it might just come true.
This photo in color is really not impressive, but for some reason in black and white it is stunning. And it really drives home the nostalgia of the dandelion for me. What do you think?