Blowing Dandelion Fluff

I trotted down the wooden porch steps and hopped right onto the sunlit flagstone path, ready to explore the front yard! Right where the stone met the grass border, a dandelion had blossomed into a perfect, fuzzy white globe of seeds. I knelt in the cool clover, bracing both plush paws against my knees. Puffing out my cheeks, I leaned my open smile right beside the delicate stem and blew the biggest, roundest gust of air I could muster. Whoosh! A swirling cloud of feathery seed parachutes lifted into the morning breeze, scattering across the lawn like tiny floating stars. Watching them soar into the bright air made me squeal with pure outdoor delight!