Singing Dandelions

  The world was full of golden fuzz. The sun shone on the meadow. She let herself soar, up and up. Her voice free to glide on from high to mellow.   “What is that god-awful noise?” Aunt Edna woke, her voice a sonorous bellow. “A yodel,” the child said. “A bird in my throat … Continue reading Singing Dandelions