I'd been taking pictures of turtles in the pond when I saw, in the grass nearby, a baby grasshopper trying to stay on top of a dandelion flower. I could see it was slowly disintegrating under him. When those dandelion seeds fly away, I hope, like his name, he'll just hop down onto the grass.
I'm not a grasshopper. I may be in for a hurtful landing if I'm resting in the wrong comforts.
