Wednesday, 31 July 2013


The dandelion seed ball, nature’s inspired reminder to take the updraft and fly.
It unfolds full of potential and even if considered a weed it is not deterred.
No name calling can change its true identity.
It can be pulled up and discarded by gardeners who hope it will not contaminate the cultivated flower bed but it laughs and explodes.
The wild refusing to be tamed.
Picked by children with excitement of counting the time, blowing seeds into their future.
Faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains He said, what about a seed with a sail, created to catch the wind and fly.
So many of them from one previous seed, the magnificence of potential for life to continue.
Hidden from sight, the spark of eternity, hidden yet known.
Hope, there is always a way for life to burst forth in glorious sunshine as the petals declare.


  1. love your work Mags, cheers G

  2. I like it, my dandelion obsessed wife. x x x