Farewell to the Dandelions

When we were camped at Belly River, I spotted several large dandelions that had gone to seed.  They were glinting in the afternoon sun and were beautiful.  I urged John to get out his camera immediately and take a picture.  He did, and in a few moments the wind had taken them all and the field was barren.

I know that I have been really fascinated by the dandelions on this trip, but they have provided an endless ribbon of yellow roads and then white snowy fields, and i am sad to see them go.

John and I talked about how big this one was.  I suggested the size of a tennis ball; he thought more like a softball.