I saw my first dandelion of the season today. When I was a little girl, I loved them. I would try to find as many that had turned white and gone to seed as possible so that I could blow them in the wind. I loved seeing the wind take them up and away, silently they would drift away and I would never give them a second thought.
Fast forward to today and I was filled with dread. I am a gardener and those beautiful little flowers are not on my hit parade. I prefer Virginia Blue Bells, Lobelia and Morning Glory. I suppose it is unfair that I have become fickle with this flower that once filled me with joy However, just as a girl lets go of Barbies and baby dolls and moves on to bigger and better things so must I.
I was thinking today that I'll be getting my weed killer and my weed puller out this next weekend. Their demise is on my list of things to do. I am a traitor but I don't care; I have moved on.