Dandelions. Dent de Lion (lion's tooth, sharp & scary). A life force that isn't desired, like sin, or maybe unrequited love, a nuisance that persists. . . Source: www.organiclifestylemagazine.com The term weed is subjective, generally unwanted in human-controlled settings, dandelions stomp in every morning. Spring fever. Like love, lust or sin, for some, the dandelion feels near impossible to control. It invades us & strips us of those civilized controlled environments we may think we desire. DANDELIONS is also the title of a story I've been working on - rampant with weeds, human sin, and possibly even poetry. On the weekend, I was eradicating my yard of dandelions and rewrote the opening lines: On the morning of the party, Mrs. Goodman was kneeling in the shadiest garden bed, yanking dandelions--each extraction more vehement and savage than the last. From across the way, Heidi kept one blue lazy eye on Sarah Goodman. At first, Heidi didn't think anything of it, but later she realized that it was at that moment: everything fell into place. . . Read an excerpt from Dandelions here It's that time of year: some of us wonder while others wander. In French, we call dandelions pissenlit (piss in the bed) Garden beds or lovers' beds? [I wonder] At the mercy of nature, no matter how we try to fool ourselves, our attempts to master nature--whether our personal natures, or mother nature--are all for naught. . . . . .Except in poetry: The First Dandelion. Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging, As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been, Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass-- innocent, golden, calm as the dawn, The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful face. --WALT WHITMAN. Have a great week everyone! Dina (aka TartanFrog)
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I'm sure Dandelions must find life so confusing and spend most of it wondering why people hate them so much. They're taste good in salads or gently steamed, make great wine, are one of the key elements of the mystic biodynamic substances as prescribed by R. Steiner (firstly stuffed in the horn of a cow that has been buried for six months) and those giant tap-roots are one of the few things that penetrate the substrata and bring up micro-nutrients. . . and really, they're much easier to live with than to erradicate! After saying all that dare I admit to pulling a few myself this weekend?
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Jenni, you are definitely one of those flying creatures of beauty I was blogging about today.
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