I shouldn't hate dandelions...

..but i do.
I can't help it.
hate them.
I loved them as a child... I would collect only the tallest and most grand flowers and put them in a vase for display. I used the less than perfect specimens as body paint and sidewalk chalk. I found excitement in freeing all of the white puff seeds. I was always partial to purple and yellow together, and i think it stems from giant fields in the country exploding in clover and dandies in the spring.

But now i hate them. In my yard at least.


At what point does a flower become a weed in one's mind? Is it the seminal moment in which all innocence is lost? When as hard a we fought to stay children forever and play and dance and sing, we eventually had to grow up, and move on, and get jobs, and buy houses. And with so many things out of our control, and so many things which we never decided on, so many unwritten rules to follow, a group of people decided that the only acceptable lawn should be vibrantly green and "weed" free. And now we worry about our lawns when we shouldn't have to.
And I hate a flower.

I'm going to stop hating them now.



These are my thoughts on dandelions. Now if you will excuse me I have a large patch of flowers that need mowing.