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
Spotting a dandelion in the grass always meant to me as a child, that summer had arrived! And they make great little bouquets to take into Mom. At least she displayed them happily on the kitchen table in a little tea cup full of water!
You cannot forget if you would those golden kisses all over the cheeks of the meadow, queerly called dandelions.
Henry Ward Beecher