Meadow Grass

“In the meadow grass

The innocent white daisies blow,

The dandelion plume doth pass

Vaguely to and fro,

The unquiet spirit of a flower

that hath too brief an hour

Ellen Mackay Hutchinson  (1933)

(image – Distress Jewell Flickr)

Dance with a Dandelion!

This summer season has produced an unusual amount of rain and as a result my lawn mowing routine has become increasingly demanding and frequent!   What was  once a fun summer chore has now grown into a dreaded horticultural enslavement!

Yesterday I headed out to the front lawn with a quick battle plan in mind to get this over with, when suddenly, I noticed a single dandelion smack in the middle of my yard!

I have a strong killer instinct toward weeds of any kind  so my immediate thought was, I need to kill it!  But something inside me said, no wait!   So I walked over to take a closer look.

As I moved in for a close up,  I was awe struck by a singular beam of light streaming through the clouds, highlighting this small almost celestial fuzzy globe of a weed!  Transfixed by its star like beauty , I began to remember my previous encounters …

Hoping no one was looking,  I knelt down and gently pulled the snowy white flower out from the ground and held it up to my lips…then I gently exhaled …

Like magic the tiny wispy buds caught stage on a tender breeze and ballerina danced around my face.  And for a brief  moment, I was reborn a child again .  It was an instantaneous rendezvous modifying my  perspective on yard work all together.   I returned once again to my domestic task peacefully contented.

If I may suggest ….the next time you see a dandelion….well, you’ll know what to do!