Grass verges covered in Dandelions at the moment, I love to see them. It always reminds though of when I was 6 years old and at Convent school in Finchley, N.London. My mother for some reason had been held up coming to collect me and I was wandering up and down the lane outside the convent, waiting for her, (what were the Nuns doing letting me you wonder!) the verges were covered with Dandelions - eventually when she still didn't arrive I walked up to the bus station and caught the bus home (it was the usual journey we made) I suppose at that time, as now, children travelled free and it was a Conductor who came round giving out tickets probably thought I was with whoever I was sitting next to. By the time I arrived home my parents were as you can imagine in a state of panic (at that time they were running a radio shop in New Southgate) but I can't remember if I got told off or not!!
Interesting that a just over a century ago the King of Norway was so impressed with Dandelions on a visit to this Country, never having seen them before, that on his return home he had crate loads shipped over and Norway is now awash with Dandelions too.
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