Of dandelions, and wasted opportunities

Andrea and I were leaving the house for work, the other day, and I noticed a frozen dandelion on our front lawn. It was interesting, because it was in that state where the dandelion is all puffy and white; really, the seeds should have blown away, but for some reason they didn’t, and it just ended up frozen to our lawn, in a perfect white sphere.

I was very tempted, when I saw it, to whip out the camera phone and snap a picture. It would have been so “bloggerly” of me to do so—have a blog post that was nothing but a picture of a dandelion, frozen to my front lawn. Bloggers love doing stuff like that; it makes them feel all artistic. “I may waste a ton of time doing things like writing reviews of King Kong, trying to prove how smart I am—or, at least, how much smarter than you—but look, I’m an artist, too!”

Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on your point of view—we were in a hurry, and I would have felt foolish bending down to try and get a picture of it, with Andrea watching me. So I didn’t, and I have no picture of a frozen dandelion to post. (The picture that I did include I just found on the net. I could have even found a picture of a frozen dandelion—I was surprised that the search turned some up—but none of those pictures looked like mine, and besides, I felt that that would be going too far. I don’t know why I felt that, I just did.)