Thanks for the identification Elaine. I hadn’t seen dandelions grow up through leaves with no foliage before – and that’s why! Coltsfoot is a wonderful name – but it doesn’t resonate as well with disparage. 🙂
Ah, there’s the answer! We have a different dandelion here in Texas, but this looked like something other than ours, or the European dandelion. No matter — it’s just as lovely, though quite unusual, popping up through the leaves that way.
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I was just going to comment on that, thanks, Elaine. Coltsfoot sends up the flower first, the leaves come later.
Yes, Coltsfoot…I mentioned it and posted a picture of a huge bank of them last month around Easter in an earlier poem of mine. Golden and bright, like yours, growing in a dry, grey, barren soil. They are dazzling wee suns when all else is dull…lion’s tooth or dent de lion from the French.
Forgive me quoting someone else here but your piece made me think so much of an Allen Ginsberg poem that I love, the end of which reads,
Yellow, yellow flower, and
flower of industry,
tough spiky ugly flower,
flower nonetheless,
with the form of the great yellow
Rose in your brain!
This is the flower of the World.
Also, you may or may not remember me telling you last year about the Blackbird who was trying to build a nest on my porch light. Well… She is back… For the fourth year in a row, She is amazing.
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I love them in the hedgerows
Sorry but that is not a dandelion but a coltsfoot, it does belong to the dandelion however and is certainly a worthy weed.
Thanks for the identification Elaine. I hadn’t seen dandelions grow up through leaves with no foliage before – and that’s why! Coltsfoot is a wonderful name – but it doesn’t resonate as well with disparage. 🙂
Ah, there’s the answer! We have a different dandelion here in Texas, but this looked like something other than ours, or the European dandelion. No matter — it’s just as lovely, though quite unusual, popping up through the leaves that way.
I was just going to comment on that, thanks, Elaine. Coltsfoot sends up the flower first, the leaves come later.
I love this.
My favorite flower!
Beautiful
Very worthy!
Coltsfoot ( Tussilago farfara) is a lovely weed and cough remedy but so are dandelions too. Both are happy flowers! 😄
Love this ode to dandelions, and other worthy “weeds”. My grandmother used to pick dandy-lions to put in salad or boil to death like spinach. 🙂
I for one have a deep abiding love for dandelions…’twas the first flower my husband gave me in grade school….a very worthy flower!
the dandelion is a much maligned flower…it has beautiful flowers and all parts of it are edible 🙂 I like your photo 🙂
So not dandelions but Coltsfoot…which apparently is an equally beautiful and useful plant 🙂
I love dandelions
Yes, Coltsfoot…I mentioned it and posted a picture of a huge bank of them last month around Easter in an earlier poem of mine. Golden and bright, like yours, growing in a dry, grey, barren soil. They are dazzling wee suns when all else is dull…lion’s tooth or dent de lion from the French.
What a striking contrast. Death, and life. A well-considered image.
Love Dandelions. I have always felt God created them for children to pick as a flower to give to mothers. They are indeed a worthy weed 🙂
I think they are Tussilago farfara and I think i like your words. Lol.
Beautiful!
That is so precious!!
This brought a little laugh. Nice find, leaf and twig!
And dandelions have been a favorite since childhood–how can they not be?
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Excellent.
Forgive me quoting someone else here but your piece made me think so much of an Allen Ginsberg poem that I love, the end of which reads,
Yellow, yellow flower, and
flower of industry,
tough spiky ugly flower,
flower nonetheless,
with the form of the great yellow
Rose in your brain!
This is the flower of the World.
Also, you may or may not remember me telling you last year about the Blackbird who was trying to build a nest on my porch light. Well… She is back… For the fourth year in a row, She is amazing.
Thank you for sharing,
Mark
worthy indeed! awnd I just love yello
Very beautiful photo shot!
I love reading your works. I would love to nominate you for a freestyle writing challenge. Its more of a challenge for yourself, but I thought you might enjoy it. If your interested, please check it out here: I really enjoy reading your work and I hope you don’t mind, but I nominated you for a freestyle writing challenge. It’s more of just a way to challenge yourself mostly, but I thought you might enjoy it. If your interested, please check it out: https://poemsbynadia.wordpress.com/2015/05/13/freestyle-writing-challenge/
I loved the yellow flowers.
beautiful thought – it’s not “just a weed” indeed – it brings along its message as you deciphered so aptly!