just a pause in the neverendless

One day in spring when her garden erupted in a single massive explosion of brilliant yellow dandelions opening their heads to the sun she was transfixed by the beauty of the invasive weed and began to collect every dandelion in her garden to lay each specimen onto a long narrow length of tissue paper reaching towards infinity Every day twice a day she knelt down in praying position on the grass and religiously picked flower after flower after flower trying to make a neat green lawn but the dandelion is illusive it never stops growing and the collecting became an obsession