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It's past time

Updated: 5 days ago

You know, it was only this year that I realised that dandelion flowers close up at night. When I went out to leave the fox food, I saw them all ready for sleep. So, they tell the time before they become dandelion clocks.


In fact, it turns out that they close in the rain too...



This is incredible. We call it a weed. For centuries, people across the globe have used it as a medicinal plant. Check out this article to see some of the reported benefits.


But what I really love is this stage of the dandelion's life.



They remind me of energetic force fields. Or maybe some extraterrestrial architecture.


What miracle of design.


They seem to inspire poets. I had a quick search and found this poem that I quite like... but is there a truly beautiful poem that celebrates the plant itself rather than using it as a metaphor for us?



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maplekey4
6 days ago

the dandelion seed

decides to open or shut

their parachute

depending on humidity


they can stay aloft

and travel

long distances

to where

the wind takes them


perhaps

they meet with

ballooning

young spiders

up there in the air

and discuss

weather currents

いいね!
Crone
Crone
5 days ago
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OH!!!!!!! YES!!!!!! Truly wonderful!!!! Thank you!!!

いいね!
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