Two days ago when I returned home from school, I found the dandelions at the flower-beds on the pedestrian walk-bridge were gone. They must have been plucked away by someone.
If he were a chef, the dandelions would have gone to a kitchen, later turned into a salad.
If he were a wine-brewer, the dandelions would be turned into wine, but it had to take years.
If he were a person who was afraid of mosquito bites, the dandelions would be crushed to juice and applied to the skin.
If he were a dyer, the dandelions would be crushed and the juice extracted and turned into a dye.
Last of all, if he were a gardener, the dandelions would be thrown to the dustbin because he might think that they were wild plants.
What do you think that man could be?
The photo shows my last glimpse at a fluffy white ball from the dandelions, ready for dispersal of seeds.
1 comment:
It seems that we have quite a few dandelions in our front yard. We have just sent you three pictures of dandelions with fluffy white balls of seeds. One dandelion grows in the flower bed among the gardenias(白嬋). you can see the green and shiny gardenia leaves. The other grows in front of the garage in the gap between the bricks and the concrete floor. We should have the photos of another one but they are out of focus.
We would take the gardener's choice when we have time.
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