Dandelion

 It is a perfect day for dandelions, so I wandered out among them to look at a few.

While sitting on a bench I happened to look down and spied a tiny little gent - no more than an inch tall - striding amongst them. He was carrying an even smaller easel and a matching wooden case.

“My,” he murmured, with a slight Dutch accent, “look at all the sunflowers!” And opened his easel.

I slipped silently away so as not to disturb him, and made my way back to the asylum.