“Like the dandelion clocks, all blown and dispersed on the wind, my life has evaporated into the emptiness of a dream; for which I blame my betrayer, that dubious stranger wearing the mask of a once-loved face.” – Anna Kavan
The dandelion seed head is an excellent barometer. In fine weather the seed ball extends to fluffy and feathery full. When rain approaches, it shuts like an umbrella, only opening when the danger from the rain is past. Looks like dry and fine weather for this Monday.