The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
– Honore De Balzac
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The First Dandelion
Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,
Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass–innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,
The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful face.
Source: “Leaves of Grass,” by Walt Whitman
Thank you all so much for the kind comments and get well wishes. I’m feeling much better and ready to come back to Bailey Road.