Because the weather is warming and flowers are starting to bloom where I am it’s time for my annual tribute to the humble dandelion. Or the not-so-humble dandelion. It’s hard for me to tell what plants are thinking. Sometimes it’s also hard for me to tell what people are thinking, although most express various degrees of consternation when I express my love of dandelions by blowing seeds everywhere.
Recently a friend said to me, “You know those are weeds, right?”
No, I don’t know. What’s a weed? It’s any plant that grows where you don’t want it.
By that definition I’ve never seen a dandelion I’d call a weed.