Dandelion clocks

Just recently, we haven’t been able to go anywhere without the journey taking ten times longer than usual.

The reason?

Dandelions.

A pet hate of many gardeners (so I’m told) because the little blighters inveigle their way into pretty much every garden.

Loved by tortoises (I have a dandelion munching creature that is very much the proof of that).

And bringers of wonder to small 3 year old boys (who very much proliferate the problem as described in the ‘hated’ category).

They’re lovely and bright in their yellow, many petalled forms. And then suddenly, without warning, they become puff balls of delight which pepper the pathways of any journey we take, begging to be picked and blown at by gleeful small children.

Although, they have got the Wee Man confused. ‘Why is it three o’clock for you, Mummy, and five o’clock for me?’ he enquires, a bemused look on his face. ‘I’m not sure’ I reply. ‘Perhaps we should pick a couple more and see what they say?’

He doesn’t need telling twice…

…I have a feeling we’ll be running on dandelion time all this week…