The Sierra, in springtime, is a lovely place. The meadows are filled with lush green grasses and the dandelions fill those fields with golden flowers for a time, and later, white spheres of wishing flowers.
Remember those times as a child when you couldn’t wait to find a perfectly formed dandelion to make a wish and attempt to blow the seeds into the wind with the thought that your wish would, indeed, come true. I know a couple of little people who love dandelions. I do so enjoy watching them and letting them take me back to my younger years. What were those wishes that I was hoping would come true? I don’t remember; do you?