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I will never understand the prejudice against dandelions. Bred-and-homogenized flowers are lovely, of course - I could stare at daffodils all day, and I have quite a few pots of haphazard but intentionally cultivated pansies and violas started in my front hall - but i think that dandelions will always be one of my favorite things about springtime.
Their bright color is the first true sign of the season that I really believe - pale fragile easter-tinted crocuses are beautiful, but they whisper 'spring' instead of shouting it. There's nothing subtle or restrained about dandelions, they stand up right in front of you in their screaming yellow glory. If they made a noise, I think they'd probably sound like happy accordions. They're not shy, meek little flowers growing in straight, obedient lines where you put them, either; they skip about wherever they please, brightening flat soulless green lawns like chocolate chips in a cookie. Actually, that's an interesting comparison - chocolate chip cookies aren't elegant and sophisticated either, but they're more comforting to me than creme brulee or hazelnut torte ever will be. I suppose I'm doomed to always have plebian tastes.
Anyway. I'm more of a dandelion person than I probably should admit. I'm not elegant or classy, I don't sit quietly or travel in a straight line, I skip when I probably ought to walk and I'm not the kind of person who's invited to grow side-by-side with gentlefolk of good breeding. On the other hand, maybe when I get very old and silver-haired and fluffy around the edges, maybe I'll be able to grant wishes.....
Their bright color is the first true sign of the season that I really believe - pale fragile easter-tinted crocuses are beautiful, but they whisper 'spring' instead of shouting it. There's nothing subtle or restrained about dandelions, they stand up right in front of you in their screaming yellow glory. If they made a noise, I think they'd probably sound like happy accordions. They're not shy, meek little flowers growing in straight, obedient lines where you put them, either; they skip about wherever they please, brightening flat soulless green lawns like chocolate chips in a cookie. Actually, that's an interesting comparison - chocolate chip cookies aren't elegant and sophisticated either, but they're more comforting to me than creme brulee or hazelnut torte ever will be. I suppose I'm doomed to always have plebian tastes.
Anyway. I'm more of a dandelion person than I probably should admit. I'm not elegant or classy, I don't sit quietly or travel in a straight line, I skip when I probably ought to walk and I'm not the kind of person who's invited to grow side-by-side with gentlefolk of good breeding. On the other hand, maybe when I get very old and silver-haired and fluffy around the edges, maybe I'll be able to grant wishes.....
