The perfect dandelion

There's a house on my street whose owners take very little care of their yard. Since my neighbourhood is, on the whole, a too little anal about the neatness of their yards, this amuses me. Today as I walked to the mailboxes there were foot-high dandelions growing in the front lawn. I love dandelions - they just grow wherever the hell they want and do it with style. I plucked one of the bobbing heads, carried it home and took some pictures. A creative moment du jour.

Instructions for living a life. 

Pay attention. 

Be astonished. 

Tell about it.

~ Mary Oliver