After having travelled around this summer for some reason I took quite the fancy to these dandelion "weeds" , but weeds has such negative connotation I much prefer something more whimsical and childlike. Besides when I was young I was always plucking them, closing my eyes, blowing, and wishing like hell! (I still do the exact same thing) I just adore to watch each white little seedling dance away with the wind carrying my wish much farther than where I stood... I like to think around the world even. I wish it would carry me with it. In New York I never find them, but they followed me this summer and I sure did not mind.