What do you see in this photo?
I see a field of dandelions.
Waiting patiently for their moment, to scatter, to spread, to embark on their last adventure.
So that new dandelions can start a new one.
I feel an irresistible urge to take a deep breath and set them on their journey just a little sooner.
There’s a certain pleasure in that moment when I blow them on their way. The same kind of pleasure I feel when I see a giant puddle waiting to be jumped in, or a sheet of bubble wrap waiting to be popped, or a bowl of cookie dough waiting to be squished between my fingers.
“You shouldn’t do that,” my mom told me as I blew the dandelions away. “They’ll grow everywhere!”
“But what’s wrong with that?” I asked innocently. “They’re flowers!”
“Dandelions are weeds,” my mom declared. “Everyone thinks so. And anyways, I’m allergic to them.”
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