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|