It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.
Henry Ward Beecher, American Congregational minister (1813-1887)
The bright face of the first dandelion popped up from between the paving stones, basking in the Sun's rays. After the long winter it is a cheerful sight. The first one is welcomed as a sign of summer, but as one becomes a few, and a few become several their welcome will be short-lived -- yet according to an old wives' tale rubbing dandelion flowers all over your body ensures that you will be welcomed wherever you go and all your wishes will be granted. So, "Welcome!"
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