Here I am sitting out on the porch watching the world go by. It is warm almost hot in the sun, but it feels good in the fresh air. The dandelions are flowering. Nothing delicate about them. Big and yellow and planning a take over big in the meadow. Although just a minute.
In a few weeks they will be one of the most delicate arrivals in the garden. With a puff of wind they will spread their seeds, ready for new growth.