Call it what you will, this wee ‘ol burly Dandelion.
His tiny little florets, bunched together in a bright fuzzy mane of sorts. Tame him?
I think not.
He makes up the pulp of Spring.
I love seeing his bright little bursts of happiness peppered like giant polka-dots all over my yard.
ROAR.
And some things simply have no business being tamed.
Pirates, for example, are best untamed.
And when we hit the beach for spring break this month I expect to further promote such growth of unruly pirate scruff by hiding his razor. Facial hair should be untamed now and again, don’t you agree?
ARRGGGHH.
Dumplin’s?
…are wild and wonderful.
And are 100 % tame resistant–much to my exhausted efforts.
So, hey Spring break—-whatdyasay? let’s get our groove on.
Tame resistant.
ROAR.
As are unruly Henry cats…
and wake you up at 2 a.m. to nibble gently on your ear Walter Wilson cats.
Tame resistant.
And like a powerful magnetic force,
the wonderfully wild stick together, staying true to the universal law of attraction.
So, say what you will about the nuisance of the dandelion.
“To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds: But why thy odour matcheth not thy show, The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.” -Shakespeare
Because I spy with my little eyes: bright yellow wonders turning into white little wishes, riding a gentle spring breeze in search of new place to call home. A new place to grow untamed; waiting on a gentle pull from pudgy fingers where a new wish blows from the breath of puckered lips. And on and on and on goes the sweet cycle…
Say what you will about the weeds, such as they are.
But I love them just the same.
Make a wish.
*Photo’s taken with my digital SLR or iPhone4 and edited using instagram.
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I personally love the dandelions. Have you taught your baby how to make the necklaces?? I remember stringing them together when I was young and making crowns and bracelets with him.
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Beautiful! I love this! We absolutely cannot blow dandelions in our house. My son’s fear of breaking it apart …
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Love!
I thought about you yesterday while I spent the day snapping pics of all sorts of things around my yard that were whispering ‘Spring’.
See what an influence you have on me? Maybe I’ll even get a blog post done today that includes them.
BTW – Baby Dumplin’s hair is gorgeous long. Not that it wasn’t gorgeous when shorter, too … but it’s really long now. I could just muckle on to those cheeks of hers … right underneath those long eyelashes.
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your words and your pictures are ART in it’s truest form. I sigh when I read you, like you are water after a long walk or stroll.
everything about this was just eloquent.
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You know Angel, our little lions never get a chance to brow a long enough stem for necklace making!!!!
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awwwwww
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Thanks, DD!
Can’t wait to see your pics.
Confession? Dumplin’ has never had a hair cut. I’m in denial. She will be the very last “first haircut” ever. I can’t deal.
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Kir,
I don’t know what to say to that comment. What an amazing nice thing to say. I had to read it twice through the tears. It just filled my heart right up with gratitude.
Thank you for taking the time to leave it…
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