how something ordinary can become extraordinary when you see it from a different angle or in an unexpected place?
This dandelion was a lone sentinel on the edge of the woods in a local park. The bright yellow caught my eye and when I looked down and saw it was a dandelion (something I've probably spent a collective 2 or 3 years of my life both cursing and digging out of the lawn), I suddenly saw it in a whole new way. It wasn't ugly or nasty or a pest - it was a really vibrant and pretty flower.
When I got home and saw the bright yellow faces peering at me from various locations across the lawn, the good vibes I had for dandelions slipped away. For a moment, though, the lowly dandelion had been beautiful.
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The pic almost looks like a mini-fuzzy-head sunflower there. I used to make necklaces of them as a kid.
I usually don't dig them out, just mow- except on the small lawn in front. My lawn is neglected so far, due to avoiding those people so I don't flip on them!
I took red-flower pics like the ones you have in white on the header down the hill today. Are those Bleeding hearts do you know? that's always what we called them.
Snaggle Tooth, you brought back a great memory - I'd forgotten making daisy chains and dandelion bracelets.
Yes, those are bleeding hearts. When I saw this plant at the nursery last year I bought it because I hadn't seen the bleeding heart in white and I thought it would look great next to an elderberry shrub I have. The elderberry is a deep burgundy with pink blooms.
That is so, so true!
I had forgotten about dandelion bracelets, too. Thank you for the glimpse of beauty.
I'll probably get some rocks thrown at me, but that reminds me of a baby smiling and laughing then in the next minute screaming. Timing is everything.
My Uncle Walter, God bless his resting soul, was prone to dabble in dandelion wine making. And what a concoction it was. About 27% alcohol. If you closed your eyes and held your nose while imbibing you could almost get some of it down!
He lived in Renfrew, ON for about the last 30 years of his worldly existence. You ever been there?
Lovely.
It is interesting how an uninvited flower such as this can be considered a weed! This is a very interesting thought. Feeling inspired!
Mama Zen, I feel bad when I dig them out - but they're still going because they spread like crazy. Plus, it's a great way to incorporate my deep squats into gardening.
Lynn, you're welcome!
Ellis, I actually dug up a big rock today while planting a new shrub, but I won't toss it at you. You're right - timing is everything. Of course, it would be great if dandelions would realize they'd be safe if they stuck to the outskirts of town - lol!
Jannie, I've been to Renfrew quite a few times. It's quite north of us, but close to what used to be Grandma's cottage (but is now Uncle J's). We actually ran into a woman who was collecting dandelions for some sort of cooking. I told her she was welcome to any of our pesticide-free specimens! I've heard of the infamous dandelion wine, but never had the opportunity to partake (probably a good thing, huh?).
Thank you, Molly.
Mark, isn't it neat how inspiration strikes? Yeah, to paraphrase Shakespeare, "a dandelion by any other name would still be considered a pest".
My back lawn or should I say paddock is covered in dandelion. I don't think I'd have much lawn if I pulled them up. And I hate to say it, I love it when they are all in flower and the backyard is covered in their yellow profusion...It's also a harsh reminder that I haven't mowed in a while.
Brigit, I know what you mean - the profusion of yellow can be breathtaking. And it's really fun to make wishes on the seedheads - you'll have tons at your disposal - lol!
Wow, small world. I've only been to Renfrew once myself, in 1986.
Great ice cream shops there.
Yes! I had the best chocolate ice cream of my lie in a dairy bar there. Sadly, last time we were up that way the dairy bar had changed and no more of the same fabulous chocolate ice cream.
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