Every day when I go for a neighborhood walk I take my camera and look for beauty. Sometimes I photograph magnolia blossoms or lilies or iris — which are indeed beautiful. But I am also enamored with dandelions whose yellow faces smile up at me from the edges of my neighbor’s yards. Such an ordinary plant — a weed? a flower? I have gathered small bouquets of them to put on the window sill above my sink. They are so cheerful and a reminder of a time several years ago whe...

Every day when I go for a neighborhood walk I take my camera and look for beauty. Sometimes I photograph magnolia blossoms or lilies or iris — which are indeed beautiful. But I am also enamored with dandelions whose yellow faces smile up at me from the edges of my neighbor’s yards. Such an ordinary plant — a weed? a flower? I have gathered small bouquets of them to put on the window sill above my sink. They are so cheerful and a reminder of a time several years ago when my daughter and granddaughters were visiting. The 4 year old picked a small bouquet of dandelions and gave them to her mother. Her 6 year old sister commented: “Don’t give those old weeds to Mom!” My daughter and i assured the 4 year old that weeds can indeed be beautiful! I have been grateful for dandelions ever since.

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