Saturday, February 5, 2011
Today I went out to start chopping weeds. As I walked down
beside the fence looking for a place to start, I came across this
really nice clump of dandelions. As I stood there and looked at
them I thought I need to get a picture of them. I remembered when
my youngest was past the age of bringing me dandelions in the spring
I was so sad that a hot little fist, with dirt on the palm would not
come running in the back door with flowers for me. I thought of that when
I saw these flowers.
But then I saw the perfect downy seed pods and I was reminded
that these are full of wishes and how by teaching my grandchildren to blow
and to wish then time goes back to when my babies brought me
dandylions in the spring.
Now when I look out in the back yard I will see one
of them sitting by themselves with a handful of wishes and they sit
and blow all of the fluff away and the seeds are scattered
on the breeze. The sunlight hits each tiny seed and
they sparkle and they float to places far away.
I thought of all of this as I sat on the ground in the damp
earth, staring at the plant that most people see as a weed.
For me though, it reminds me that in the tiny things of
life there is magic that goes on from one generation to the
next. Because I remember my Grandpa sitting with me
and telling me all about wishes and holding a stem full
of seed for me to blow on the wind.
I still pick them and wish, but you know, sometimes
it is hard when you have more than you ever dreamed.
Have a lovely day.