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What mother of yesteryear did not relish receiving a dandelion bouquet from a child? What child of yesteryear did not make dandelion chains, or dandelion wreaths? Do they still do it today?
The plant with Crayola-yellow flower. Popsicle-sticky sap. Puffable parachutes. Dandelions were pickable. Dandelions were plentiful. Dandelions were available for summer games all summer long. And now they are my enemy. Give them an inch and they’ll take over our grassy terrace, carpet it with carotene. Their appetite for existence is unrelenting. The tooth of the lion. Me against them. Get ‘em in ones and twos before they go to seed. But gotta be quick. Turn your back and they’ll make a flower. Lightning fast- overnight!- they will arrange 100000000000000000000000 atoms (by my rough calculation) into a yellow blossom, and then– equally fast- rearrange them into a parachute regiment of seeds. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower! The ubiquitous, unceasing, irresistible force of life! Me versus the driving engine of evolution.”
2012-08-17 17:57:07
Source: http://coyoteprime-runningcauseicantfly.blogspot.com/2012/08/chet-raymo-dent-de-lion.html