Ode to the Dandie

Oh, hardy flower, disdained as weed,
Despised for head of feathery seed,
Your unsung virtues rate a ballad,
Choice roots for wine, crisp leaves for salad.”
–Unknown Author

Super Sunday.  Time spent with #1 daughter in the morning although a tad cool in her garden with a few spots of rain;
Time spent with Mr T in the afternoon at the flying field (model planes) where the weather took a sharp turn for the better;   I roamed the perimeters of the flying field which are full of meadow grasses, thistles, dandies and daisies and areas of growing corn and barley blown on the winds from the adjoining  farmers'  fields.  Whilst walking and keeping an eye on Mr. T's expertise in making his various aircraft loop the loop, spin, do barrel rolls and stall turns I was also on the hunt for butterflies and moths,  and did spot quite a few 'Speckled Woods' and one 'Small Tortoiseshell'.

"Like a puff of breath on a Dandelion Clock,  time waits for no man"
- Me!

which heralds the end of another perfect weekend and the start of a full week of work ahead.

But, good news..................

Only 6 more sleeps until we're off to Cornwall for 2 WHOLE weeks!