Dandelion Day cont’d

It’s not a thing but perhaps it ought to be ..maybe somewhere it is. I really like dandelions: that big sun head giving all sorts of insects a landing-place. Greeting the spring  when many other flowers are still a little shy to show up.

Caught in the tail back which snaked around the roundabout and stopped. This offered the chance to look to the clock faces, the mass of fluffy heads getting ready to blow out the time with the next gust of wind.  I came back here on the way home, hoping the day had been still and the seed heads remaining.

I came back to park up and take the photos.

Have you spotted these dandelion days? They happen twice –  the day you first notice that the those yellow heads are all out everywhere .. the first flush. Then the second when they all transform to clocks, simultaneously; sometimes whole fields certainly along the road verges. Ok I agree perhaps less exciting when in your own garden, but I have to admit to enjoying them even there.

Being held in traffic, and viewing the verges reveals there are varieties, or perhaps mutations. I have no botanical background  but I have noticed the variations in leaves. the expected ragged, toothed leaf  the source of the name lions tooth, in some places  almost entirely smoothed out.  Reasons?   dandelion roundabout resized

In a recent project, concerning gratitude, I was looking at the very involved flower language developed by Victorians, and while it would be possible to build a bouquet of flowers representing a variety of emotions and messages no combination settled the subject sufficiently for me. Consulting several guides I could not find a reference in there for dandelions either. Strange? The plant itself can be useful  tasty vitamin c laden salad leaves, symbolic time references, roots dried and ground for coffee substitute (or so I read ) and in the past a treatment for jaundice. Perhaps the thing against the inclusion for the posy makers is the flower will not stay open when picked, losing the sun it closes down.

In looking into my gratitude plans,  I am proposing the dandelion is the symbolic plant for my subject. I am not going into my discussion on gratitude here .. still much to explore, but I will briefly mention why the dandelion

The flower head .. bright sunshine yellow, the immediate reaction.  Thankfulness for the gift, the offer , the past action someone else carried out which enables you to now do something ,

The deep tap roots this plant has –  that past action  may not have been with you in mind, someone else’s selfless act, waiting for the spring, and even the effects of the gift embedding itself in you gradually changing your attitude or actions

The seed head – superb dispersal system of this plant.  The gift the idea, how best to truly acknowledge the effect but by taking that and using it yourself , spreading its effect further.

These are the basis of my reason for adopting dandelions to carry the idea of gratitude.  I have wandered from my roadside commentary, but sometimes it is while you are stuck in traffic that these other thoughts are given time to mull and sneak around your head and the seeds of ideas get planted.

Enjoy your commute

 

 

 

 

 

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Fog

well this morning it was definitely foggy. Visibility was not great, and I was a little on the late side. The line of traffic was slow, with threats of complete stoppage on the traffic reports. Lights not working on a roundabout ( why lights on roundabouts? ). In fact we did grind to a halt couple of times , and then moving over from emergency vehicles as they tried to whoosh up the middle of the road.

And the upside to all this?

Today against the dark damp network of the roadside hedges  I noticed the acid green of the new leaves . When did that happen?

The green shone out in sections, probably noticeable today against the grey fog. The tips of this year’s hawthorn  just unfurling. Vibrant and full of the promise of spring.  Just brought out the smile.

Grey start and definitely getting colder 

today! and now on the bus I realise how those little moments when I have paid attention over the last few days and not recorded will drift away. So obvious .. But at the time thse moments did make a difference .. They remind me to look up and just look at our world .. All under the same sky Last few days? Probably more like last few weeks .. So for my own records then

One morning , in the car and heading to work . This is about the mist and the rising sun ..soft soft apricot, the gentle warm colour of the morning sun then I turned around the corner down the slight hill and the field has disappeared under the mist .. And the mist is reflecting that sun’s pale glow . The field has this  soft orangey layer too.. Soft, like the fuzz from felty skin from the fruit. Soft apricot fur has been blown over the landscape. Mellow and sumptuous.

friday .. 24 october ..but was it really a sunday?

Ok, it is right that on Friday I was not taking the longer journey by car, but just getting down to the main road, I had to question ‘what is happening?’ Is it a Sunday? There was so little traffic, had the day been declared suddenly a national holiday. (Yes, to add fuel to another debate probably happening somewhere else, we should have an autumn bank holiday)

Anyway this was a time when it is ‘good’ to drive, there was no queue, no distractions just the getting from A to B .. and because of the conditions I made B a lot further away and the journey was the thing. Because the present was the actual journey in the car, and it went so quickly, it was easy to miss (disregard) entirely what was being driven through. Because this was so unusual – no  holdups, so I did continue rather than parking sooner to catch the bus,  and yet.  This made the Friday event the drive, because there was no time to stop and stare at anything else.

Again though if the roads were always clear, then using the bus would be more straightforward – they would keep to timetable because of the reduced number of blocked roads – more people could use them – more bus routes opened, because that would be the transport of choice and opportunity.

Getting off the point …  because the journey was quick, no queues, no delays the attention did not wander, and the places passed through did just disappear, insignificant.

Wednesday drive to park and ride then bus to destination

Good plan
Wrong time
Road traffic so heavy
Everywhere so slow

Only following plan to be able to get home tonight quickly
Might need a rethink if same plan represents itself for another day

Of course the main issue is that I want to do something in the day
I need to get home to do more of something in the evening
And I want to go out (ha for relaxation and yoga) in the evening
And have meal with family

Doing less would release the pressure
Making getting somewhere slower more permissible
Being a little more realistic – more healthy

And that probably would apply to a lot of the people also sat in their cars around me .

Today it is probably the relaxation class which will be missed.

Commuting today is bus to London

After a slow car journey after a slow morning start before even getting to the bus . But it is a beautiful morning after the bright big moon night.

Into London . Get the work done . Back home. Those closed journeys and days when the focus does not stray . When you do not let the concentration wander beyond the blinkers. Allow the extraordinary individual sights and sounds to go without a remark or recognition. Sometimes not paying attention beyond the task – even the routine ones- is exactly the right thing to do .

Bookending the week … Grey again for the return home on Friday

But yes warm and sunny in between those start and end positions of the week days
Walking across the car park this evening , 7 pigeons, 2 magpies also scouring the ground for treasures. I found a 5p coin, not sure what their pickings were. Perhaps crumbs after lunch remains now most of the cars had departed. Also screeching gulls in the distance. Looking around to locate them I spotted instead the geese flying formation strung across the sky to the south.

The formation in the distance though was quite fluid, not sticking to the arrow shape. If I had had the camera .. (First time in ages without it.. ) The stills shots might have looked like join up the dots puzzles each attempting to make a letter as the shape changed as the group made its way across the sky.
Homewards for me too.