Dandelions

 

The First Dandelion (Walt Whitman)

Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging,

As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,

Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass—innocent, golden,
calm as the dawn,

The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful face.

To A Dandelion (Helen M. Johnson)

Blessings on thy sunny face,
In my heart thou hast a place,
Humble Dandelion!
Forms more lovely are around thee,
Purple violets surround thee,—
But I know thy honest heart
Never felt a moment's smart
At another's good or beauty,—
Ever at thy post of duty,
Smiling on the great and small,
Rich and poor, and wishing all
Health, and happiness, and pleasure,
Oh, thou art a golden treasure!

It is that time of year - when the pure yellow of dandelions dot the yards, roadsides, verges and all areas between. I did not bring in any dandelions. I did, however, bring in a bouquet of those violets; always a favorite of mine.

Do you see that little curled leaf at the bottom of the photo? Does it make you think "Gnome"? It did me. 

Finally some spring weather to go along with the dandelions. 🌞 💛