Dandelions, We Love You!

What a beautiful spring this one was! I am late posting this, but every springtime, when the dandelions appear like a shimmer of sparks across the lawn, I remember my grandmother’s poem, “Dandelions, We Love You!”

Wonderful Wisteria

I stood under the beautiful clusters of flowers and just enjoyed them for a few moments. They won’t be there after I harvest them, I thought, and they are so graceful. I just wanted to drink the beauty in for a little bit. I walked around and took a few pictures, and then he called out: “Go ahead and taste them. You can eat them right now.”