The first dandelion flower came out yesterday - a veritable sun, an Apollo of a flower, heaven fallen to the grass. It moves me to write what Timothy Morton would probably describe as ecomimetic kitsch. Dandelions may often be regarded as weeds, but they are the opposite of a problem in Emthree. And they have an escort of dainty white wavy bittercress. Two salads together. Today I am a dandelion.