I like dandelions.
I am amazed how much time, energy, and money people will spend to get rid of them. They might not be beautiful when their half-blown white heads stand six inches taller than the green grass around them, but they just make my kids so happy that I can’t bring myself to hate them.
They cheer up our yard, fill Stinky with joy at their proliferation. They cost no money, require no special attention, and break no hearts when dirty hands mash them into a bouquet “for you, Mommy.” Their seeds are perfect for wish-making and their yellow petals for determining one’s love of butter.
You can keep your lush green carpet of a lawn, spotlessly manicured and groomed more often than a starlet’s purse dog. I’ll be enjoying my dandelion-infested grass and the handfuls of yellow happiness my little boy brings me each day.
You can bet I wouldn’t trade that for the world.