“Dandelions,” I pointed out. When I said the word, Cabbage made a face. “One would call these dandelions?” he asked. “Didn’t you know?” “No.” “They’re a flower that blooms in spring.” “Ah, I see…” Cabbage went on to sniff every flower we passed along the roadside, asking after each one, “And what might one call this … and this one?”
