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24-NOV-2025 | Excerpt from “Dandelion Wine” by Ray Bradbury

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Dan Bogachek
November 24, 2025

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Excerpt from “Dandelion Wine” by Ray Bradbury

Even Grandma, when snow was whirling fast, dizzying the world, blinding windows, stealing breath from gasping mouths, even Grandma, one day in February, would vanish to the cellar.

Above, in the vast house, there would be coughings, sneezings, wheezings, and groans, childish fevers, throats raw as butcher’s meat, noses like bottled cherries, the stealthy microbe everywhere.

Then, rising from the cellar like a June goddess, Grandma would come, something hidden but obvious under her knitted shawl. This, carried to every miserable room upstairs-and-down would be dispensed with aroma and clarity into neat glasses, to be swigged neatly. The medicines of another time, the balm of sun and idle August afternoons, the faintly heard sounds of ice wagons passing on brick avenues, the rush of silver skyrockets and the fountaining of lawn mowers moving through ant countries, all these, all these in a glass. 🏁

  • Repeated gerunds (-ing) to stretch time and create motion.

  • Satisfying contrast in high and low between “Above, in the vast house” and “Then, rising from the cellar.”

  • Brilliant metaphor & simile throughout, really gorgeous.