“Every year,” said Grandfather. “They run amuck; I let them. Pride of lions in the yard. Stare and they burn a hole in your retina. A common flower, a weed that no one sees, yes. But for us, a noble thing, the dandelion.” — Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
Our dandelions smile from my lawn like a hundred suns in a green sky. They are generous creatures, giving pollen and nectar to passing insects and providing food to humans and bunnies alike. If I lack in lettuce, I will wander around our yard picking dandelion leaves to compose a tangy salad. As a child, I picked handfuls of dandelions chaining them together into a golden crown and a fragrant necklace. Later in the season, I loved scattering their silver orbs into dozens of tiny parachutes.
I don’t understand why so many of many neighbors want to rid their yards of these happy weeds. They may not be perfectly erect like grass but they give such color and character to a lawn. Why spend money on harmful pesticides intended to destroy these plants?