"Mom, it's snowing!", J exclaimed from the back.
I eased my eyes open to find white tufts floating through the air like feathers catching a ride on a cool breeze. I searched my mind to place these tufts. It wasn't snow, but I can see how they fooled my young son's eyes. These white fluffs floated upwards and downwards, swirling in the gentle breeze outside of our car. One parachuted it's way to the windshield and made a safe landing on the wipers. My brain finally recognized this foreign object...it was a dandelion tuft. I searched the school yard to find the home that these tufts ran from. I pointed them out to J and explained how the yellow flowers changed into the white balls hovering over the stems. His eyes lit up as we watched the runaway seeds leave their home.
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How could I say no. We unbuckled our seat belts and ventured through the grass to help these seeds on their journey. 1...2...3...BLOW!