What's that, then?
A perfect specimen!
Pale little dandelion, in her white shroud,
Heareth the angel-breeze call from the cloud.
Tiny plumes fluttering, make no delay,
Little winged dandelion, soareth away.
--Helen Barron Bostwick
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How sweet! I have a dandelion in my bud vase on my kitchen window ledge. My Littleman picks them for me every day while waiting at the bus stop. I'm a lucky mama.
ReplyDeleteLovely!, my little one's call them Fairy's. They love to watch the fairy's fly away, (must to the disgust of my plain green lawn neighbour :D )
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