On my walk today, I was admiring all the beautiful dandelions growing everywhere--scattered through luscious green lawns, like bursts of sunshine in a sea of green; popping up in the gravel lining the sides of the road; finding their place admidst the tulips in someone's flower beds. I have loved dandelions since I was a kid. There's a field next to where I work-deep green grass with tons of dandelions-it brings a smile to my face each day I pass it.
It was said to me recently that it is my need to be different or unique that makes me say the dandelion is my favorite flower. Maybe, in some way, that's true, but it's not like I'm lying about it just to get a rise out of people! I love how the dandelion simply grows, even in the face of adversity. People are constantly trying to get rid of them-spraying chemicals on them or on their lawns to kill those horrible "weeds". And they just keep popping up-ha!
Let me admire the dandelion for you: It rises in the spring, gently stretching from wherever fate has placed it's home. The vibrant, bright yellow flower instantly brings color to the area. Yet it's non-assuming look creates a softness and it's lack of a strong smell is a treat for my sensitive nose. Dandelion greens are delicious, a bit bitter, yet nutritious all the same; and don't forget the cleansing properties of the root. Then the shift, from beautiful bright flower to soft downy seeds-just waiting for a gust of wind or the breath of a child (or me!) making a wish to scatter them across the land. Simplicity and acceptance at it's best.
