Let's begin with the premise that youth, while definitely enigmatic, is not a puzzle to be solved but a mystery to be experienced. Norma has taken a photo of the graduating dandelion class of 2017. They are in their youth and have accomplished their curriculum --a few even have their heads still on. This reminds me of my own 12th grade commencement.
In youth we are clumsy and limber. I wore glasses and once accidentally stepped on them while they were still on my head. Here is a typical youth:
As Norma's camera gets closer, you can see its thoughts. Here are the thoughts of youth:
"Wind!", they say. Youth must grow a whole new head.
During this process of routine recapitation, youths are not so much driven to adulthood as confused into it. They might shout things like this:
"The only substitute for good manners is a large and ruthless military!"
"How dare you imply my candidate's lies are not true!"
"I'm going to sea and dive for luffas!"
Then the storm subsides by and by and they remark, "There are many enigmas, many unknowns, and something really ought to be done about them."
That is when a cooler head prevails and she lists the contents of the coming garden.