Friday, 4 May 2012

Dandelions


The sun might have hidden its face from the world but the fields are still reflecting the glory of summer back at the sunless sky.

The world is resplendent in yellow and everywhere I turn dandelions are spreading sunny joy amidst the endless Spring showers.

I gaze at the golden fields as I drive through the rain and marvel at their simple brilliance as we walk with John through damp grass.

"Look John," I say, "look at all the dandelions!"

But John is too busy burying his little fingers in a mole hill to notice either the rainclouds or the glorious expanse of yellow that's stretched out all around him, and that's exactly how it should be.    

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