When i was a little girl i asked my granny how to tell a flower from a weed. She said that a weed was something you didn't want ~ but that it was different for each person.

i think that's when i fell in love with dandelions.

If you pay attention, you'll notice that every child's first bouquet to their mom or dad is a chubby fist full of yellow weeds. Why? Well, they're plentiful in most of our yards, they're close to little bodies and they're beautiful through unbiased eyes. We receive these gifts with boundless joy.  If i'd have had enough sleep i'd have pressed those precious flowers and saved them.  They're gone though.  But i remember the proud, loving looks on my kiddos faces as they handed the dandelion bouquets to me; looking up adoringly.  i was undone to the bone.

Dandelion bouquets... and world peace? i think so!