Conversation With a Dandelion

When I was young I’d pick dandelions…pick them with aplomb I’d make a little bouquet and take it home to Mom. I never thought much about it…never saw the need… after all they weren’t really flowers…just a bunch of weeds. I was expressing that thought the other day when a dandelion overheard “Excuse me,” he interrupted, “but your thinking is absurd.” “I am a lovely flower…grown from a beautiful seed.” (I can’t believe I was about to have a conversation with a weed!) I spread out on the lawn and met that dandelion face to face “OK! I am listening.” I said to her. “Go ahead and make your case.” “Well, without being too modest,” she began. “people pick me every day and when they pick a lot of me I become a beautiful bouquet.” “How many times are we brought to a house and make someone’s mother weep?” “Did you know I open to greet the morning and in the evening close to sleep.” “You can travel across the globe…searching everywhere low and high and you won’t fine another flower who can symbolize the sky.” “When I am yellow I resemble the sun as it shines in the heavens at noon.” “When I change into a puff ball…I look just like the moon.” “And I don’t think I’m taking this comparison a bit too far when I say that as my seeds fly off…they look just like the stars.” “There is no doubt when I arrive…from the moment my blooms unfurled I make people smile and bring beauty to the world.” “Ok…OK you made your point!” I said. “There’s nothing more you need to say but I have to tell you dandelion…you had me at bouquet.” So now I understand and I’m on the dandelion as a flower bandwagon Perhaps it’s time I have a talk with that fly who thinks he is a dragon.