Last week I saw my first dandelion flower here. Immediately, I remembered The Hunger Games (by Suzanne Collins) and the whole scene where she saw the dandelion flower and knew that she and her mother and sister were not going to starve. Then the scene went to Peeta, (winding backwards in the story) and him throwing the loaf of bread towards her. Pouring rain. He'd burned it on purpose so that his mother told him to feed it to the pig (and beat him).
To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.
