They are everywhere.
Dotting the expanse of our 2.25 acre yard with their sunny dispositions, there is a plethora of them. But they don’t stay long.
For a few days their perky little blooms speckle our lawn breaking up the monotonous spread of grass green, but then they transform into wisps of white fluff seeds which the breezy wind lifts up into the air carrying them far and wide.
Yep, I’m writing about dandelions. If you live in the suburbs and desire a picture perfect plush lawn with no weeds, you eradicate them as best you can. But when you live in the country like I do, these little bursts of sunshine yellow crop up everywhere.
And you know what? I like them. It actually makes my heart happy to sit on my front porch swing and view our bumper crop of dandelions (and we do have a bumper crop this year!). I think they are just…well…dandy.
Dandelions remind me of childhood.
Of picking them and fashioning bouquets to take to my mother.
Of making dandelion chains to wear as necklaces, bracelets, or crowns.
Of plucking the white puffy seed balls left behind after they bloom and blowing gently on them while making wishes.
Of lying in the cool grassy cushion of the earth and watching those wisps float and flit against the blue sky of warm weather.
So what some folks perceive as a weed, I think of as a sweet little reminder of days gone by and nostalgic thoughts.
I recently read a quote that said “When you look at a field of dandelions, you can either see a hundred weeds or a thousand wishes.” (unknown source)
How true. It’s all in how we look at things, isn’t it? Do we only see what we consider to be annoying or negative or can we look beyond and see something pleasant and positive?
So dandelion thoughts can apply to life. When plans go awry, when troubles and trials come my way, those aspects of life can wear me down. Make me feel as useless as weeds appear to be. But doesn’t everything have a purpose? Even those trials we face in life?
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.”
So if a weed like a dandelion has an undiscovered ‘virtue,’ then surely there exists an equally unrealized purpose for those hard times we encounter in life.
Difficult circumstances cause me to grow in my faith and actually compel me to become a stronger person. If life was simple and easy and always turning out exactly the way I wanted, from where would I gather any strength? I’d be as delicate as those dandelion seeds floating in the wind, tossed here and there without any direction.
So I will glance out my window or perch on my porch swing and give thanks to the Lord, Creator of all things, for dandelions and also for dandelion thoughts. And just maybe I’ll grow like a weed.
“Be a weed! A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.” ~ Doug Larson