07 September 2014

End-Of-Summer Dandelion, Missoula, Montana

There‘s been some chit chat lately on Another Porch
about the book “Dandelion Wine“, which inspired me to revisit this all-time favourite story. Perhaps this quote will provoke you to check it out from your local library.
  “Lilacs on a bush are better than orchids. And dandelions and devil grass are better! Why? Because they bend you over and turn you away from all the people in the town for a little while and sweat you and get you down where you remember you got a nose again. And when you’re all to yourself that way, you’re really proud of yourself for a little while; you get to thinking things through, alone. Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.”
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

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