To many a dandelion is no more than a weed – to be removed from a garden without haste. To me a dandelion is a marvellous work of nature. After its flower head dies off a magnificent ball of seed heads – each an individual parachute to be carried away on the breeze – appears. I see dandelions in the morning sun with colourful flowers in the background, I see them in moonlight. As ever, I see them in the Charente Maritime and invest the colours, sights and smells of the beautiful French countryside into my imaginings.
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