I went to visit my fathers grave last week. surrounding the stone marker on the ground were many dandelions in bloom. they created a frame around his gravestone.. Originally, I started to pull them up, simply out of habit; then I stopped and looked at them, and realized how beautiful and colorful they looked in the bleak cemetery. I had read once how dandelions were the unappreciated flower of our time, and now I think I believe it. they usher in spring. they are often the first burst of colour in an endless sea of brown and green that our manicured lawns have created. they could give university seminars in the meaning of tenacity and diversity. when they became our enemy, I am not sure, but any mother will tell you she has a memory of her young toddler presenting her with the bright, cheerful blossoms, that the child finds so beautiful and the gardener considers a menace.any gardener will tell you the battles and wars they have waged against the sturdy weed.
their leaves can be made into a nutritious salad and their roots brewed into a medicinal wine. furthermore, show me another plant that you can gently blow into the wind and make wishes come true, watching their lacy feathers dance across the summer sky. Perhaps they are a "weed", but to me, they are one more thing that is unappreciated in our world and looking at how the cheerful yellow flowers surrounded my fathers tomb as if planted intentionally, I could not help but stop myself and consider the unappreciated hero of the plant world: the dandelion and feel a kindredship toward it.
I found several Dandelion recipes on the web at a magazine i bought
www.backhomemagazine.com
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