As I sit here this morning, I have a gentle spring breeze flowing through the window. The birds are chirping and I hear Spring begging to come early. The groundhog tells us 6 more weeks of Winter, but the birds are singing Spring is here!
Last night, Annie told me she need around 50 photos scanned to her memory stick for a school project. A calendar to be made (a gift for me). She apologized for the late notice, she forgot about it. But now, at 9:30 pm, can I pick 4 photos for each month of herself & sister to go into a calendar? Sure.... pick just 4 for each month? hmmm. I am up for the challenage! And so I started flipping through memory lane and photo albums.
This photo is of my girls back in late spring of 1992 (Emily is 3, Annie is 20 months). They are diligently trying to blow the dandelions apart. The tiny seeds with their downy tufts, so delicate and sweet.
I know, it is a weed. But what a lovely weed! Tell me a mother that didn't have a heart full of joy when their little one ran to them with a bouquet of dandelions. The fluffy seeded or bright yellow petals, it did not matter. I always had a vase full of them in the spring and summers.
I haven't seen any dandelions yet, but I am sure they will come in due time. I will miss getting the bouquets though.
Dorset Summer 2017
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