We picked little white daises and made
daisy chains and was told not to
pick the dandelions as they would
make us wet the bed
Memories of Summer come in many forms. This plaque will always remind me of my local park on a sunny day. I have loads of photographs of the park but this makes me think of the whole park. The feel, the smell of cut grass, the warmth, the rain, the sounds. Walking with dogs, round and round. This small sign brings a lot of this back to me. They are idealised memories as well, everything is just right.
Then there is the saying that picking dandelions will make you wet the bed. Too much Dandelion and Burdock pop maybe. We used to pick dandelions and tell the time by blowing the downy tufts off the top. Just another memory of a Summer long gone.
I may not be able to take the park with me but I'll always have this picture to remind me.
105mm lens f5.6 1/100 ISO100