Windy days are so fun! When all the leaves and petals and the floating seeds take to their air in a great dance, as if the whole world is making one huge wish. Sometimes I feel as though I’m going to be blown clean off my little paws, but maybe I’d just float gently on the breeze like the dandelion fluff, until someone catches me and thinks themselves lucky.

It’s strange how we attach ideas to things, isn’t it? That luck or wishes are somehow bound up in the seeds of a little yellow flower, that perhaps some of them are faeries in disguise, and that catching them wins some kind of prize. And maybe some of them are magical, and some people or creatures do catch them? Who was the first, and what did they wish for? What would you wish for?