All the little Whatsits from Whatsitville are having a tiny tea party. If you listen very closely you will hear the teeny tinkling of the tiny teacups as they are carried across the milkweed floor and set upon the little woven grass tables on this lovely floating cafe.
I know this is not heather but the little puffs of this dandelion with tiny water drops just made me think of this song and the idea that perhaps it was a little boat floating out on the calm lake on a warm Spring afternoon.
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