Who can resist a dandelion clock?
For a long time, I didn’t make the connection between the name given to these seed heads, and the game I played as a child — blowing on the filaments to see how many puffs it would take to dislodge them all. The number of puffs told the time.
I was a terribly serious and terribly logical child and suspect that, had I known, I would have regarded the notion with incredulity. Er, where’s the second hand?
Yesterday, when I noticed a single dandelion amongst the kikuyu and paspalum rampant in our lawn, I resisted the temptation to play the game. Instead I captured a few shots in situ, then took it inside to set against a dark background.
While I quite like the complexity of the seed head revealed in the first black and white shot, I’m definitely more drawn to the simpler, more delicate third and fourth images. What do you think?
And for a post about time, childhood and simplicity, this song by the late Jim Croce seemed perfect.