I’m supposed to curse dandelions because I have a lawn, but I just can’t. They look like little universes of exploding stars. And a friend reminded me that Carl Sagan’s original Spaceship of the Imagination was shaped like a dandelion seed, so now that they’re mostly blown away, I wonder where they’ve gone.
Much as I vigilantly pluck them before they get to seedhead stage … even though we don’t have a lawn, I don’t use chemicals, and don’t like to spend too much time weeding … I so appreciate your description!