Just before July began, I wrote a list of 31 ideas to depict each day throughout the month.
I have probably used about half of this list. Much of the time I have been inspired by random thoughts, images, ideas, and memories that often only surface when I’m at my desk, ready to work.
Tonight, I remembered picking dandelions as a child and earnestly making a wish as I blew the seed pods into the wind. Why is it that we associate these flowers and that action with wish-making? The internet didn’t give me a straight answer (though I stopped searching when I realised how effectively I was procrastinating).
I love that we project such arbitrarily magical meaning upon this simple flower.