Apology to a Dandelion

The word 'weed' is never far from my mind at this time of year. We have rough pasture fields to three sides of us. Hogweed, docks, willow herb, they shower in upon us on every breeze. Flavour of the month just now seems to be garlic mustard - it has the virtue of being easily uprooted.

I sometimes feel guilty about the way I persecute them.  They are only doing what they have to do, after all.  So today I took some pictures of dandelion 'clocks', pretty things and great fun to play with when you are little. And they got their revenge by refusing to stand still for me.