Do you sniff at dandelions the way most people do, reject them as an unwelcome visitor, repudiate them as were they the scum of the earth?

No, I am sure you don't. You probably see the sun in their eyes, their happy little faces with the yellow lion's mane around. The dandy lion.

And so it were that a few old spice bottle-jar-thingies from IKEA many years ago, became the glass swings that took these yellow flowers on their first ever airborne ride.

When I left them to go into the house just now, I am sure I heard a faint wheee-whopeee from the swinging weeds. Or perhaps it was just the wind...