I originally wrote this in late spring
Over the past week I have been observing the dandelions growing on my lawn, and admiring their strength and fortitude. I stand there looking at their beautiful yellow gleam in the new morning light, dew gently settled on their petals and wonder why people just get so upset to see them on their precious lawns.
Later the beautiful flowers give way to tall shafts with balls of soft perfectly formed pillow puffs, waiting for a wind to take the seeds off to elsewhere so that they could spread their beauty. And as I blow on these feathery puffs, and look at them float away in the wind, again I wonder why people hate them so.
In a day or so, my lawn will be mowed, and it will look like a lawn again, but for now, it is a bed for the beautiful dandelion to continue its journey. Yellow to puffs of mellow, wafting on the wind. Entertainment in quiet solitude.
Then yesterday I went to Home Depot and saw a woman with her shopping cart literally filled with weed killer, and everyone she passed would gape at her pillage and she would just blurt out that the dandelions were driving her crazy.
How different we can be, me standing every morning admiring the life cycle of the beautiful dandelion, and another being driven to stress and anger at their place on her lawn. I place no judgement on her personally. That is her view and I have mine. I just have an issue with killing the environment to keep a lawn “perfect”.