While doing some yard work recently, I noticed this lone standing dandelion and it actually stopped me in my tracks. I stood there and looked down at it and wondered... just where did you really come from?
When I was a kid, these fuzzy white dandelions were a resource for many of my childhood wishes. Besides blowing out my birthday candles, I could blow on a dandelion and know, as the hundreds of tiny white parachutes floated away across the yard, my wishes would come true. It was just a matter of time. Little did I know I was contributing to the migration and inundation of... weeds!!
If anyone has tried to rid their yard of dandelions, I'm sure you'll agree that it's more fun to think of these pesky plants as wish makers. I looked down at this little guy, trying to decide if I was going to do it or not. I know I'm grown, but some things you just don't outgrow. I looked around to see where Harley was. He must've taken a wheel barrel load out to the street, because he wasn't anywhere around. I looked down at it again... and pondered. With a quick movement of determination, I swooped down, plucked that bad boy up, closed my eyes and blew...
The wishes of my childhood differ greatly from the wishes I wished for that day. Gone are the pleas for new puppies and cute kittens, a Ken for my Barbie, or even a school year full of snow days.
My wishes today would be of sunny skies and warm temperatures, no traffic and good restaurants.
Bridges over rivers...
Long and winding roads...
... and my soul mate to share it with.
It's funny how we change. What about you?
What do you wish for? phfooooooooooooooo...
Have a great week everybody!
Lady R
