I'm not overly fond of dandelions. We had them in Albuquerque, but they grew somewhat separately. Here, they seem to grow in crazy clumps that turn into weird brown tangled messes when they lose all their seeds.
My sister uses a dandelion motif in a lot of her artistic endeavors. It's also a part of her signature and the name she goes by online. Because of this, I find dandelions to whimsically remind me of her. In turn, this makes me smile a little when I see them. You can check her out here.
I have recently discovered a new reason to enjoy dandelions a tiny bit more.
The view from my window is mostly rocks, ivy, weeds, roses in the summer and a sliver of sky. Since I live in a basement room, I count myself lucky that I have a window at all.
I occasionally have feline visitors in my little window well, but lately, I've had the pleasure of two little finches visiting me. It's all because of the dandelions.
The first group of pictures is of the little female. She always stays in the well longer than her mate.
I wasn't sure what she was doing at first, but soon realized that she was plucking the dandelion seeds, eating them and dropping the fluff.
Here, she looks like a little old lady smoking a cigarette on the end of a holder. Check out the bags around her eyes. That's the look of a true mother.
I love the neck extension here. It almost looks unreal.
She kept looking up at the window. I think she knew I was watching her.
I wish I could hang off a branch or tree this way. She makes it look so easy!
The little man showed up a few days later and watched over her from a higher perch.
He finally dropped down a bit to get some seeds himself.
The next five pictures I call: A Study in Puff Progress
I think he was trying to impress me.
I didn't edit any of the pictures but two. I couldn't resist this picture of him.
And here is a photo of the carnage they left behind. All those de-seeded dandelion fluffs...
I can't say I'm too broken up about it.