Fields of yellow, green and blue. Dandelions. Who doesn't love them?
Okay. Okay. The perfectionist groundskeepers and landscapers don't love them. They are always looking for ways to get rid of them or prevent them altogether.
There are people who celebrate the yellow weed on an annual basis. The Dandelion Festival is this coming weekend. It promises to be a "2-day celebration of art, music, food and fun for the whole family!" If transportation accommodations work out, I hope to get in a short road trip with family and friends. During last weekend's train trip to Toronto, I caught some beautiful shots of dandelion fields. I thought about one of my favourite summertime books by Ray Bradbury, "Dandelion Wine".
Early this morning, as I was making laundry trips up and down the back stairs I spotted a furry brown fella in our backyard. He was nibbling on dandelions.
Alas, the only rabbit spotted in the story was within a native boy's dream. Otherwise, it's just a novel about Fate, Family and Forgiveness. The main characters are a priest, a little girl and a retired exotic dancer.
Follow this link to nibble on some short excerpts. I hope you will like them. Thanks for dropping by. T
As a child, Ienjoyed digging in the dirtand playing outdoors. Do you share memories of wearing rubber boots, digging channels and redirecting rivers around your muddy cities - all the while oblivious to the spring rain?
Do you remember building sand castles on the beach only to see them topple minutes later into the approaching waves?
Do you share a fascination with King Tut treasures, burying boxes of trinkets in a garden corner, dreaming that some future civilization would discover them?
Of the many possible career choices, I wonder if I could have made it as a city planner or an archeologist. For the latter, I admire the persistence and physical endurance that the job requires. You would get to travel around the world, be part of a team immersed in the local dirt. You definitely wouldn't be sitting on your butt all day!
You get to share the excitement of discovering ancient graves ... under a parking lot. Sorry - in Edinburgh they call it a "car park".
This is exciting for someone who enjoys the history and mystery of the middle ages. The only treasured discoveries for me lately have been due to visits from family bearing heirlooms.
Since being an apartment dweller, I no longer have a small back yard garden where I can dig, grow or ... bury things. I have to satisfy my green thumb tendencies by puttering with the potted plants inside. All we need are some colourful, flowering varieties.
In the meantime, I can make plans with family and friends to visit places around the Ottawa Valley where we can enjoy natural gardening sites and annual festivals of bloom. All this without getting dirty!
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