I'm really into dandelions lately. And not the fresh from the ground, where's the weed killer, yellow ones. But the fluffy, white as snow, ready to blow away in the wind, ones.
There is something so whimsical, peaceful and spiritual about them. I know...they are technically weeds. But how can you not smile and take a deep, cleansing breath when you look at them? I know I do.
And of course don't forget to make a wish!