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"gobs of snow, the size of seeded dandelions, were drifting diagonally across the many-paned windows." ['the favourite game']

And, another Canadian singer-songwriter wrote (and sang) about what one can make with them:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HowrXvlAmBU

(Ron Sexmsith, "Dandelion Wine")

LisaLCFan wrote:
>And, another Canadian singer-songwriter wrote (and sang) about what one can make with them.

thank you, lisa. a very touching song by a man concerning his lost love. yet, it is difficult to feel sympathy for him. what was his name again - 'sexsmith'? he admitted he had deceived the lady who trusted him, that he had lusted after someone else. everything seems to revolve around the feelings of this self-centred little egoist. he wrote the song, he's the one who made the wine, he's the poor guy with "the heavy heart", etc. what does this immature narcissist who can't keep his zip up really think of her? well, as far as he's concerned she's just a "girl", easy prey, an uncomplicated adolescent who provided "sweet and simple days". when you betray the trust of someone, especially in an emotional relationship, it's over - can never be the same again. it's like when a dog bites someone; you have to shoot the bloody animal - it will never be any damned good. if a person is capable of telling one lie, they are capable of telling a hundred - you can never ever put complete trust in the bastards again. "forgive me, girl, forgive me, girl!" - he begs. were i her father i'd say: please, get that son of a whore out of my sight!
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another simile about seeded dandelions, this time from shelley

"there where the sun had sunk, lines of gold hung on the ashen clouds, and mid the grass and nodding flowers, the old dandelion's hoary beard mingled with the shades of twilight on the brown massy wood"
[shelley - 'the sunset' 1816]

Geoffrey wrote:... it is difficult to feel sympathy for him. were i her father i'd say: please, get that son of a whore out of my sight!

I totally agree! I didn't say I liked the song, or Ron Sexsmith, for that matter (in fact, I seriously dislike that formulaic, trite, whiny singer-songwriter stuff -- I simply remembered that he had a song about dandelions when I saw your post).

I much prefer art of a rather more high-brow nature, such as the work of Leonard Cohen, Shelley, or this French chap:

love the life cycle of the dandelion picture

Yes, of the original dandelions photo, I do, too, Cate.

In fact, I was struck by it and thought how much it was something like you would do