On a recent walk, our youngest child spied one of the first dandelion blossoms of the season. He promptly plucked it and handed it to me with a sweet “Here, Mama!” As I inhaled its scent, I contemplated the attributes of the flower many of us consider a nuisance and a weed.
Appearing early in the spring, the blossoms are bright and beautiful, cheerful and yellow. The pollen, sweetly fragrant.
Children pluck a stem, a love offering to their mothers or make a chain or tuck it in their hair.
Wildcrafters gather greens for a tasty and nutritious salad.
Once gone to seed, who can forgo the fascination of scattering the tiny parachutes in the wind?
As a child, I remember gathering the greens with my grandmother. She topped her salad with boiled eggs and bacon.
So who decided the dandelion was a weed anyway?