“Meeting again for the first time” is an apt statement. It is especially so as we meet, leave, meet, leave, meet. Each experience is like a photo in time to be posted, to be recalled. Much like the beauty of the humble dandy-lion which is usually ignored in our existence. We see the leaves that are so hardy in all kinds of weather. The green bud with a hint of color shyly poking its head out. Then it soon shouts Here I am! with its mature stem and bright sunshine yellow beckoning all to feed on its blossom. But it holds a sadness within in its heart. Beneath its brightness, beneath its dark green is “bitterness” that has been its experience. Its greens are there for us to eat, but our presence with it, as we add flavor to it makes the “bitter herb” a tasteful experience for both. Even in old age the dandy-lion is beautiful with its frilly silliness. It calls us to play with it one more time. This time to share the fun we have had with it to the whole world. We blow our happy, good-bye spirit-breath upon it. We wish it God-speed as we see it float away in some respects, gone forever, but still there at the same time to “meet again” next year.