One o'clock...Two o'clock... Three o'clock... Four...is what I would say to myself as I gently blew on the dandelion clock that I had picked from garden, field or meadow.
I remember very much enjoying telling the time this way as a small child.
The delicate seeds were wonderful to watch being carried off on a current of air. They can travel great distances.
Thank you Kay for the subject!
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