“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.