
Living Like Dandelions
If childhood had a flower all its own, I think it would be the dandelion. From the first time we’re plopped down onto a blanket on the lawn one happy spring day, dandelions appear at just the right height and brightness for a young, curious gaze. They nod and dance for us, invite us to touch and play, looking like a thousand round golden faces wearing lions’ manes and green scarves. My first memory of dandelions was as a grand yet intimate surprise. I could barely scramble around the backyard on my own, and there they were: plentiful, beautiful, bright, and mine for the gathering with no one to tell