Take a Breath, And Make a Wish …

“And about this grass now. I didn’t finish telling.

It grows so close it’s guaranteed to kill off clover and dandelions – 

Great God in Heaven! That means no dandelion wine next year!  That means no bees crossing our lot!  

You’re out of your mind, son.”              – Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (Green Town, #1)

Because our “lawn” started as a cow pasture, I don’t worry much about the plants that grow in it.  Consequently, I enjoy wild strawberries, Queen Anne’s Lace, vetch, clover and dandelions (to name a few) throughout out the year.  

Like school children, I welcome the cheerful yellow of the dandelion in spring.  And later I marvel at the tiny perfection of their seed heads.  And just when those ungainly stems threaten to spoil the look, a chickadee will land on one to feast on the seeds.  How light must a chickadee be, to stay perched on a dandelion stem?  Or, perhaps the dandelion is stronger than it looks.