When I was little, I use to love to go across the street from my house in the neighbors rasberrie fields, sit indian style and watch the Dandeilons. They were never a weed to me, they were just beautiful. The wind would flow through them and then they would fly along with the wind. Or even better was to pick one and blow on it...and watch them fly. I love that memory. Yesterday I took a photo of them and made it into more of a painting look. I think it turned out really pretty.
