Last night, I had the strange experience of dreaming that I had a pillow. Yes, a pillow. Before you get too confused, I do have a pillow, but I happened to throw the pillowcase into the laundry hamper, figuring that I could live without having the pillow on my bed for a night or two. Looking back, this may not be the case.
I'm not sure I quite understand why dandelions are considered weeds. Sure, if you're actually trying to grow a smooth, perfect lawn and a few of them pop up, they look ugly -- much the same way that hair does when it's halfway between wet and dry. Then, of course, you get frustrated because, to restore the perfectness of the lawn, you have to root them up, which is a Sisyphean task if ever there was one.
But if you ever get a chance, find an abandoned lot where the dandelions have taken over, and there's enormous fluffy swaths of the soft clocks and bright flowers, punctuated every now and again with delicate, low-growing pink flowers (also "weeds"). The result somehow looks completely different from when dandelions first invade a lawn. It looks like a faery meadow, ready to be set to magnificent seed-swirling at any breeze.
As you may have guessed, I have a dandelion meadow near my home. Whenever I walk past it, on my way home or on my way out, I am so thankful that no one has put forth a serious effort to remove it.
Reality check. Also, dandelions have many edible parts, or so I'm told.
Reality check. Also, dandelions have many edible parts, or so I'm told.
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God, I love reclaimed land. There's something wonderful about wild flowers & weeds trying to regain a footing. They seem to be able to do it with a cool ease and grace that goes un-noticed until you actually stop and look.
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