A lady in Nova Scotia found this poem in an old magazine in her attic in 1905. She sent it to Reader's Digest many years later when she no longer had a home.
She talks about the fact that the lawn was never cut until the dandelions were over. She describes the picture on the page as having a pale blue sky and a new moon. In the foreground were three little yellow dandelions. In the background was a big one which had gone to seed. Here is the poem which describes it so beautifully.