The picture below is just a random one found in cyberspace with what I thought to be a nice quote. The dandelion season is almost over and for many that is a good thing, I suppose, but I tend to lament their passing. Walt Whitman wrote a short poem about these ironic beauties called "The First Dandelion":
Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,
Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass- innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,
The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful face.
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