A Tiny Parachute

I carried little Bear out past the back steps toward the swing set, glad to feel the cool grass beneath my bare feet. Right near the green metal leg, a round, fuzzy dandelion clock stood perfectly still. Tucking Bear securely into my denim bib pocket so his pink satin blanket stayed lifted high, I crouched down low. The white seed globe looked like a delicate ball of spun mist. With two careful fingers, I pinched a single feathery stem and gave a slow, gentle puff. The tiny seed umbrella drifted softly through the air, tumbling in a lazy circle before settling quietly onto a clover leaf. #Mybuddydoll #ryder