Dandelion Seed Head

Not seldom did we stop to watch some tuft
Of dandelion seed or thistle's beard,
That skimmed the surface of the dead calm lake,
Suddenly halting now--a lifeless stand!
Extract from William Wordsworth

The dandelion's crowning glory is its seed head, ready to be dispersed by a small gust of wind, or the puff of a child ever enchanted by this unexpected surprise.