Darling Buds- Dandelion

I dream sometimes of the ghosts of dandelions.

Their blossoms do not go quietly into inevitable decay.

Not for them the fate of the cherry  – pretty, ephemeral petals vanishing into the earth.

Instead, dandelions enjoy life only too well.

Their ghosts linger, hollow and frail, spending pieces of themselves on the breeze that they might see even more life, even more colour.

There is less mourning for the loss of their ferocious vitality because they are already planning their next rise, their next grand adventure.

If you pass them by, these small ghost pieces, carried by an indifferent wind-

Greet them as you would a fellow traveler-

The world laid out before their victorious death.

IMG_1951Dandelions- Happiness

The Darling Buds are brought to you by Victorian flower meanings, a wanton disregard for photographic technique, and the letter N for Nostalgia.

I admire the pursuit of joy, even in the face of tremendous obstacles.  For further adventures involving the pursuit of happiness, you can read my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, is also available here.





Fields of Gold

The fallow fields are to the south

This time of year

The fields closest to the farm

And farthest from the hills

When the farms are gone

The fields stay for awhile

Before the pine and aspen grow

I walk there sometimes

Those fields left to yarrow

And dandelions

All the more beautiful

For the briefness of their fierce embrace

Of colour

Of living

IMG_2255These are the fields I remember, long after they have passed

I think a lot about the changing face of the land around me. It is always beautiful.

If you’d like to see some more colour, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here.