Our oversized lawn, actually more of a mowed pasture, is bedecked with an abundance of dandelions. A sight to behold. And as with all sights, beauty or not is in the eye of the beholder. Sitting on the front porch with my seventeen-year-old granddaughter, we were gazing at the scads of dandelions in all growth phases from green-wrapped buds to glowing yellow flowers to white puffballs. I commented perhaps needlessly, “There are a lot of dandelions out there”.
My lovely, intelligent, compassionate granddaughter replied, “Yes, there are a lot of wishes out there.”
I was taken aback. Probably because I was thinking that there were just a lot of weeds out there. Weeds or wishes? Was it our age difference? Was it a personality thing – optimism v pessimism? Was it life experience? How could our oh-so-different perception of the ubiquitous yellow flowers be so different?
I will never look at dandelions the same way again. I have learned a new way to see them. How do you view a dandelion?
image credit: Madison White