Childhood Memory
When I was a little kid I used to try and save dandelions. They looked too pretty to be bad and soft enough to be flowers. I would hold them in my pockets. But just like the mind of many kids, I would forget about them until I would clean out my pockets, sometimes right before I toss them into the wash. I guess the darkness of my pocket would force them to wilt away. I would be bummed they didn’t survive and try to remember to make them last but of course I wouldn’t. I haven’t done that in over a decade. The other day I was walking down a stone path to the library when I saw something that made me suddenly stop in my tracks. There near the stone path were dandelions scattered across all the green grass. Instinctively, I plucked 1 and secured it in my pocket. At the end of the day, I pulled it out and of course it had crushed. Once again my jeans’ pocket darkness had turned the yellow to almost black. I smiled.
Baby Nathan, Baby Jennette and Baby Miranda. :”)
Awww, so cutie ♥
