22 April 2009
on earth day
i love that she calls them dandeflowers, that no one has yet told her they are weeds and therefore not to be exclaimed over.
i wonder how many things i devalue based on their proliferation or because they’ve been categorized as metaphorical weeds. i also wonder if, with a little effort, my eyesight might recover enough to recognize that these bristling dandelions are the precise color of happiness.