We were trying to decide if we should just not care if dandelions grow in the yard. They are so hearty, I mean, it starts to feel pretty futile trying to get rid of them constantly. So we have let them grow this year, kind of like every year, but without hating them, and, I have to say, they are amazing. We have had almost no precipitation over the past two months and the dandelions are flourishing as if they have been watered every day. It's unreal. Big healthy tufts of green litter our pale, brittle, yellow, crunchy excuse for grass.
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I've made dandelion coffee from the roasted roots of dandelions several times and it makes a lovely hot beverage that tastes very much like coffee without any bitter taste. It's a nice substitute for giving up caffeine and good for the liver, apparently.
One more thing you might not know about dandelions. I saw this on a free calendar I received in the mail from the Nature Conservancy.
Huh. So bears eat dandelions.
Recently I learned about George Reginald Margetson, a man born in St. Kitts around the turn of the 20th century and who settled in Boston. He wrote at least four volumes of poetry, but there is very little I can find about this poet.
Anyway, I read this poem in my poem-a-day email and I love this part of the poem, “The Call To Duty":
Let Justice spread her gilded wing
O’er each oppressed race of man,
Bid slavery lose her deadly ban,
While all the bells of freedom ring.Let Knowledge with her myriad plumes
Bespangle all her prosperous land,
Let Love and Truth go hand in hand,
And lay the tracks with sweet perfumes.-1910
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And this one is for Dad who also has a really good CAT scan joke 😂
Be the dandelion.
Oh sorry - the twitter link to the dancing baby didn't work. Ah well. Here is a cute worm! https://twitter.com/vids_animals/status/1428364096835964928?s=20
I've been wondering, lately, about our tendency to vilify some plants and love others.