When I was a young girl I loved to find dandelions in our yard and make a wish and send those pretty little white wisps floating upwards and onwards to soar with my wishes. They were so dandy and fun to find growing amongst the lush green grass. Time passed and I became a 'landowner', with grass to grow and a yard to manage. The only wishing I'm doing regarding a dandelion lately is they grow in someone else's yard!
I grew up in an area that growing grass was not something that was ever considered a challenge. I swear in New Orleans by the time I had the lawn mower in the shed the grass had grown six more inches. I've moved to a location that according to our local nursery man is just this one little spot in North Carolina that grass does not grow. We seed, we feed, we only grow weeds. Great big dandelions. I would consider perhaps putting down weed killer but then I'm afraid we would be left with just dirt.
Dandelions are not dandy...not anymore. The D in dandelion might go along with another D word...and yes you know just what one I'm thinking of. Those d*%@ dandelions...yessiree Bob or Dan or Sam; someone puhlease come take them away from my yard and put some grass in its stead.
Sigh....maybe I need to find a good recipe for dandelion tea..