Today I am celebrating:
Dandilions.
Funny, considering my husband and in-laws work and own a lawn-care buisiness, but they always remind me of spring. I'm pretty sure it started somewhere in my childhood when we would build dandilion chains and adorn ourselves and each other with them at school, church and at play. But forever dandilions will remind me of highschool, and sitting outside at lunch. As soon as my feet hit grass my shoes would be removed, and I would practically dance to the broken frame from the old greenhouse where we would always share our lunch on nice days. Maybe this is why I always know it is Spring when dandilions emerge. Their yellow petals so glad to adorn the grasses, their milky sap ready to stain anything brown, and their yellow heads, when held under a chin, revealing whether or not the reciever is in love or not. Not that I believe that last one actually works. But it is Spring, the dandilions have sprung.
Dandilions.
Funny, considering my husband and in-laws work and own a lawn-care buisiness, but they always remind me of spring. I'm pretty sure it started somewhere in my childhood when we would build dandilion chains and adorn ourselves and each other with them at school, church and at play. But forever dandilions will remind me of highschool, and sitting outside at lunch. As soon as my feet hit grass my shoes would be removed, and I would practically dance to the broken frame from the old greenhouse where we would always share our lunch on nice days. Maybe this is why I always know it is Spring when dandilions emerge. Their yellow petals so glad to adorn the grasses, their milky sap ready to stain anything brown, and their yellow heads, when held under a chin, revealing whether or not the reciever is in love or not. Not that I believe that last one actually works. But it is Spring, the dandilions have sprung.
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