It's a fragile mind that wanders across the seven day forecast and comes away deeply depressed. And here I believe the Dandelion should be grown as house plant so morning might be filled with determination and the color yellow. I know the Dandelion likes sun, prefers dryer soil and they cringe in high temperature, which suggests a sunny window sill near one of those long spout ornamental watering cans, which can be had through the mail order firm that also sells seeds and model airplanes.
I am, however, able to say I hate the word "product" with a vehemence that would by most be considered unnatural. And I know why. "Product" suggests dispassion, it contains no joy. It is a means to an end and nothing else. Which I guess is why label has become increasingly critical in those circles of retail I hope never to be introduced to. But imagine the color of my reaction when it was pointed out to me, the shirt I have owned for some years appears to have Nikki written upon it.