Dandelion wine

On lazy summer childhood days my friend and I would loll on the grass, dreaming of what we would be, how many children we would have, who (giggle) would we marry. And we would pluck nearby dandelions and hold them under our chins to check whether or not we "liked butter"!

We had no thought of deadlines, agendas, spreadsheets, pensions, bank accounts.

Just whether or not a soft yellow glow would appear on our skin.

Heady.