Nothing To Get Hung About

by - May 18, 2011

I just can't wrap my mind around it.  Men on their knees.  Women bent over the WeedHound they bought online.  They are intentional and dedicated to green.

You know what I'm intentional and dedicated to?  Dandelions.  Little discs of sunshine.  Wee dollops of chaos.  Sweet lollipops of warm breeze joy.  And you know which house I live in?  THE ONE SURROUNDED IN DANDELIONS!  Let me take you down to dandelion fields.  Let me show you how to make a chain with their stems.  Let's make it long enough to string the whole house with garland.  Let's lay down amoung them and not care about staining our clothes.  Let's "Momma had a baby and her head popped off."  Let's blow the seeds onto the neighbours immaculate green and start pickets for the Yellow Party.  Let's play.  Let's not worry about what doesn't warrant worry.  Let's embrace them for what they are: Irish daisies, granters of wishes, healers of dullness...

Far and wide, hear the call:


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  1. You would love it in my yard, so much yellow, like the fields of yellow tulips, only very small with many flowers on each plant, only getting a brief removal when the lawn mower comes out. I often wonder if they are present not as a threat of mockery to the avid gardner, but a reminder that some things simply are better left alone.

  2. we're kindred spirits, you and I :)


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