At home: fairies gone....x

There is something magical about a found 'blown' dandelion clock.

It poses so many little queries. Oddly all linked to child hood. I immediately wonder who got there first? Who blew? Which child? Did they close their eyes tight, hold a huge breath, holding in that wish that they let go with the breath that sent those tiny white parachutes flying.

Did that same child wonder about who made this intricate clock? Did they believe the stories told to them that they were in fact Fairy Tricks. They point their wands and implode every yellow dandelion flower into a standing fluff ball. Just because they can. Show offs..... X