Monday, April 4, 2011


Do you remember catching wishes as they floated in the air, closing your eyes tightly, and making a wish? I do.

I enjoyed the summer afternoons when I had the fortune to find, pluck, and blow on wish flowers. I used to think that I was freeing wishes. Someday, when they were all grown up, one would return to me and grant me a wish. Yes, I have been told that these really are not wish flowers and that they are really dandelions. But if this is true, then how come I have all that I've ever wished for?