For many of us, dandelions are simply a useless weed. We combat them in our yards; we stamp them out wherever they pop up, lest they infest our otherwise pristine yards with their ugly stalks and displace the more-favored green of our grass.
But it wasn’t always this way. As children, we didn’t see the weeds. We just saw the amazing, beautiful bright-yellow flowers poking up above the expanse. As a child, I remember picking these flowers (and lots more) to give to my mom—a “beautiful” bouquet of weed-flowers presented as my best to her, for her to cherish. In fact, our own children do the same for Miranda (especially the boys); they’re always on the lookout for weed-flowers for Mommy.