‘Pour summer in a glass’: retracing Dandelion Wine

‘Pour summer in a glass’: retracing Dandelion Wine

“You did not hear them coming. You hardly heard them go. The grass bent down, sprang up again. They passed like cloud shadows downhill … the boys of summer, running.” —Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine In the final days of March, a week so warm it murmurs the promise of summer, I fall in love with who I used to be.  The morning sunlight that creeps along my desk as I fill a pencilled sketch with blooming pockets of colour. My grandmother wielding a l…