20 May 2013

Begun-Begat-Begone, Missoula, Montana

Dandelions are woven into happy childhood memories: looping stalks into large-linked necklaces on a sunny afternoon; seed puffs drifting magically on the wind of my breath; do you like butter?
Sad that such innocent enjoyment is a casualty of home ownership. Now, every dandelion puff threatens a tidal wave of perpetual propagation. (If you're looking for salad greens, stay off my lawn, because the Sprayer of Doom is coming out - as soon as there are two consecutive dry days in the forecast.)

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