Remember as a child, blowing .&. making wishes on these 'Dandelion weeds'?
I recall doing so in Elementary school and then carrying the stem around with me in my sock.
Or perhaps the tiny blue ones on a bush between our house & the next-door neighbor's that I'd suck on because they tasted like sweet honey.
Or the sour yellow ones across the street at John's House..... we were strange kids.
