August 18th, 2008
Dandelions
The dandelions flower, and for a few days their spores are like snow. The air is smelling crisp, sometimes you can sense the winter coming. Summer is ending. Is this the autumn of our species?
Transcriptorial: This time of year I smell the air and know / we are beautifully doomed.
Doomed? Ha!
The way things are going, just about everything else is more doomed than me!
The the over abundance of depressed mouth breathers in the world, have you ever considered suicide? You seem like a prime candidate.
The
the over
abundance of
depressed
mouth breathers
in the world, have you
ever
considered
suicide?
you seem like a
prime
candidate.
I’ve seen this post under another name to another Vesper…this is an impostor.
Ack! I’ve changed my sign-in name a few times this year, orinoco, and now I feel bad for having done so! In case you’re interested, this year I’ve posted variously as “kitten,” “dove,” “almost,” maybe a few others I’ve forgotten, and under my real name, Christina.
I will keep my name to “flower” going forward, though, so that you’ll know it’s me. Unless you’d like to christen me with another name?
I didn’t mean you. Perish the thought! I meant the negative person whose post you replied to.
Catholic guilt is relentless.
http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=250
Put your cursor on the image to read the alt text. It’s a change of pace from gardens and suicide, but you might find it funny, depending on your sense of humour.
Rather than an end, dandelion seeds look like new beginnings to me. Their parachutes take them away from the parent plant and they try to find soil to root in before some bird snaps them up.
Meanwhile I’ll collect the leaves of the parent plant for tea or wine. We may as well drink, toast to a renewal of the Cold War and stress in China and Russia – and here in the USA.
Be careful, dandelion tea is a diuretic. Don’t drink too much, MT.
To me, Autumn is the most beautiful, life-affirming season of the year. The crisp, cold air is like champagne after a long hot summer. Yes, the year turns, but by the very changes we know that spring will come again.
If you never have, listen to Justin Hayward’s “Forever Autumn”. How he managed to encapsulate the spirit of autumn in music I will never know. Not so much the lyrics, the music itself.
noting that my belief in man’s basic goodness is slowly being proved wrong
thanks you very mach