One of many out there. Past the blooming stage. No color. No scent. Just the unparalleled intricacy of design that will be gone by the evening. For no one to admire and no insect to attract. So the wind, if it happens, can come and in a by-the-way manner spread the seeds farther afield. And why not. If it has to be, why not be sheer perfection. I don’t even know the name of that plant. It’s not dandelion.