Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The Dandelion Thief

As I stolled through my neighborhood this evening, I found a patch of grass with ripe dandelions patiently waiting for the wind. I picked three proud stalks, walked three careful blocks, and blew the the seeds into the air, watching them gently fall between the blades of grass in my own front yard.

I wonder. Will I, someday, have dandelions of my own?