"If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not"

Macbeth act 1 sc 3

I took great delight in showing my great niece how to tell time with a dandelion clock, how I wish she were here now so she could stand at my neighbours wall and blow away while I watch the seeds of time fall onto his meticulously manicured vegetable patch which puts my scruffy weed strewn desert to shame.

From envy and malice, Good Lord, deliver us.