when i first looked at this photo i thought immediately of a windstorm blowing an impossible number of little parasols off of a funny pink dandelion. whimsical and lighthearted. but then i saw it more the way i’ve been feeling lately, and suddenly it was an impossible number of distractions, texts, calendar reminders, emails, and micro obligations blowing, not away from, but at the poor dandelion, who is just trying to stand still and think. ehh. it’ll blow over.

nodding wild onion blossoms

saint paul, minnesota