Reach for the sky

Unlike yesterday's domestic tragedy, this magnificent specimen was (until I plucked it) growing wild and free, full of pioneer spirit, daring to go where no dandelion had gone before. The sky's the limit (unlike blip, where one's the limit), westward ho! I could almost hear it singing "North! To Alaska!" in a deep, sonorous and wonderfully corny voice (the rush is on!)

"I want to suggest in words that hope is a renewable option - we use it up by the end of the day, but we can still get up the next morning and put it on again and start over". Barbara Kingsolver