Even when we grow up we still whisper our wishes upon the wind, as a child does in innocence, breathing their wishes at a dandelion. - Unknown -
Dandelions I believe are the carriers of dreams, the seeds upon which magic takes flight. Delicately drifting tiny parachutes of flora upon which hope floats. I have loved them for as long as I have known of them. They are wonderful to photograph and they place a really large happy firmly into my heart and because of this I have been given the appellation "Dandelion Queen" for my intensely passionate interpretation of these 'common weeds'. If you're short on concentration or bore easily you may not get to the end of this gallery it's delightfully and frightfully long.
Why do I love them? Because no matter what they just keep coming back. They're tough, resilient and the more you notice, the more beautiful they become. I can relate to that.
The Problem with Dandelions: A man who took great pride in his lawn found himself with a large crop of Dandelions. He tried every method he knew to get rid of them. Still they plagued him. Finally he wrote to the Department of Agriculture. He enumerated all the things he had tried and closed his letter with the question, “What shall I do now?” In due course, the reply came: “We suggest you learn to love them”.