Now how’s that for synchronisity? I’ve just looked up the meaning of dandelions (and learned of their french name) as I’m embroidering them into a piece of artwork I’m doing. You’re right, it is weird. π
If I lived where lawns were possible, I would encourage dandelions, no matter what the French say, and let them smile sunshine at the manicured lawns near them. Fortunately, the tough flowers can be found in my yard amidst the weeds, small patches of grass and clover, and sand–mostly sand. This made me smile.
For some reason they seem to me so amazingly bright yellow this year, more so than all of the former years. They have not changed, though, so I have to accept that it must be me that has changed. π
Here’s to dandelions!! Why would anyone call such a beautiful, bright yellow flower a weed? (I love to see them blooming on the lawn – till my husband mows them down, alas!) Have written poems about them – glad to find others with the same viewpoint. π
Can’t believe it’s been five years since we had this conversation. Was just yesterday admiring all the dandelions blooming on the lawn again and feeling sad to see them mowed down – again.
You would fit right in here with the majority of us (since T didn’t win the popular vote). The pendulum will swing back again someday though if we haven’t destroyed ourselves in the meantime.
“You should stop words and letters, and learn to withdraw and reflect on yourself. When you do so, your body and mind will naturally fall away, and your original Buddha nature will appear.” – Dogen.
Now how’s that for synchronisity? I’ve just looked up the meaning of dandelions (and learned of their french name) as I’m embroidering them into a piece of artwork I’m doing. You’re right, it is weird. π
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Well, that’s the French for you. πΏ
And yes, your suspicions are confirmed. I am simply a mental construct you dreamed up to pass the time. π
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If I lived where lawns were possible, I would encourage dandelions, no matter what the French say, and let them smile sunshine at the manicured lawns near them. Fortunately, the tough flowers can be found in my yard amidst the weeds, small patches of grass and clover, and sand–mostly sand. This made me smile.
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For some reason they seem to me so amazingly bright yellow this year, more so than all of the former years. They have not changed, though, so I have to accept that it must be me that has changed. π
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Here’s to dandelions!! Why would anyone call such a beautiful, bright yellow flower a weed? (I love to see them blooming on the lawn – till my husband mows them down, alas!) Have written poems about them – glad to find others with the same viewpoint. π
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Link to one of several dandelion poems:
http://raindancepoetry.wordpress.com/2011/08/31/dandelions/
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Thanks for that, Betty. You reminded me that I have been working on a sequel. You have prompted me to complete and publish it. π
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Can’t believe it’s been five years since we had this conversation. Was just yesterday admiring all the dandelions blooming on the lawn again and feeling sad to see them mowed down – again.
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TRUE FRIENDSHIP
Time spent together
Ephemeral as flowers
Yet it continues
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Ever renewing,
reseeding, reblooming….
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And may it ever be so, my friend. π
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π If you and your wife should ever travel this way, you have an open invitation. I’m just 8 time zones away. π
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I’m not sure I would be allowed into “The Land Of The Free” but I am grateful nonetheless. π
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You would fit right in here with the majority of us (since T didn’t win the popular vote). The pendulum will swing back again someday though if we haven’t destroyed ourselves in the meantime.
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That’s my thoughts all right.
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