My daughter is obsessed with dandelions. She wants to pick dandelions daily. She collects them like priceless treasures. She wants me to make up stories about dandelions (which now also usually involve fairies that live among them).
She calls every flower a dandelion and every picture of a flower a dandelion. Not because she doesn’t have the verbal capacity to name other flowers (in fact, she can say “rhododendron” quite well), but because she loves the bright yellow flowers you can find anywhere and everywhere, and because they turn into wish-makers when they get old.
I know, they’re weeds. That’s what makes it even cooler. Her pure joy over a simple weed. It’s so Buddhist, so Thich Nhat Hanh. To see the wonder in a weed. Talk about having enough.
So, to celebrate the joy and beauty of simple flowers, and weeds that pop up to remind us of the real colors of life, here’s a little surprise for you. Just roll your mouse and click, and think of the thrill of a two-year-old over a dandelion.
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