To my daughter, they are flowers to be marvelled. She loves their bright yellow petals. Please, don’t mow them, mommy. They’re so pretty, she says.
I think of Carla’s recent post on memories from her childhood. This is my version regarding dandelions:
When I was a child, I loved picking dandelions and giving them to my mother. It thrilled me when she put them in a glass of water and displayed them on the windowsill next to her roses. To me, they were just as precious and beautiful.