Dandelions are one of my favorite flowers, because they’re so good at showing up in otherwise nasty drab places. The alley where this one sprouted is otherwise extraordinarily vile.
But it’s a useful reminder. There are wonders to be found in the most out of the way corners, and it is worth looking. Even on grey, horrible, rainy days.
This morning, I looked up at the clouds, and they were astonishing. The silver and white and … strange textures of storm clouds are spectacular, and every time I see them I think “I should take a picture of this.” Usually I don’t, either because my camera isn’t sensitive enough to capture the subtleties of shading, or because it’s also raining.
I’m experimenting with sourdough.