Seeing life through the eyes of a child is not an easy feat. But in this picture I snapped this spring at a family homestead in southeast Montana, I thiink I can see a glimpse of childhood. Looking at my dauighter as she gazes at a patch of dandelion "flowers", I too can begin to see the beauty in these common weeds! Once in awhile, when we pause long enough to be still and feel our spirits as child-like, dandelions bloom like roses and home, no matter how far away from Montana, will always be in our heart . . . a part of our spirit, a part of our life. That's Montana to me, seeing the dandelions!
Dandelions at Grandpa's
A Dandelion Spirit
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