The other day while I was weeding, I turned and saw my daughter Ariel blowing on a dandelion puff ball. My vision clouded with red.
I stared, trying to find words.
Daughter, noticing the stare, said: “I guess I shouldn’t be doing this.”
Me, trying to be patient with said child whose mind has been addled by finals: “No.”
Daughter, with a shrug: “It’s not so bad though. Look at all the other weeds—what’s a few more?”
Me, considering whether daughter is intentionally provoking me: “Not funny.”
Daughter: “It’s stress-relieving.”
Me, wondering whether provoking your mother or blowing weed seeds everywhere is stress-relieving: “Go blow the dandelion puff ball into the trash can.”
Daughter, laughs and flounces away with the puff ball: “That’s not very romantic.”
Okay, dandelion seedheads are gorgeous. But still, one does not simply blow the seeds across the lawn.
|Photo by Magnus Manske, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons|
Reminds me of my favorite dandelion story about a mother and her young daughter. The mother, looking at all the dandelions in her yard, said, "Oh, no! Look at all those weeds!" to which her daughter replied, "Oh, boy! Look at all those wishes!"ReplyDelete
LOL. I may have been guilty of blowing on dandelions in the yard . . . . a few times . . . *cough*.ReplyDelete