I love the hustle and bustle of birds and critters before a storm.  

I. Love. Dandelions. 

I've been thinking about dandelions a lot lately... because I see them as being very symbolic of how lost western society truly is, while simultaneously offering us solutions to the problems we've created for ourselves. Wow. What a powerful plant.

I mean, seriously... why are we so hell bent on subjugating the dandelion? They are delicious and feed innumerable creatures, including me.  Bees love them. They are medicine. They are beautiful to look at. They're adaptable, rugged, prolific, hearty, tenacious. They inspire our imaginations and our artists. They are tiny little suns that turn into the moon overnight, and blow away, reseeding themselves. They hold the very earth itself, to the ground.  They are nothing short of magic. What more could we possibly ask of them?

Yet.... we call them "weeds," wage war, and design poisons specifically for them.  Sleepy HOAs engage in fierce debate about the best way to protect their manacured property values.  Why? Because they're wild, and perhaps we fear wild things. Maybe we're projecting onto them. If we can tame the dandelion then surely we are not wild too?  But we are.  We are nature. We will never tame these flowers either.  Imagine if we all just stopped trying to get rid of them and remembered... remembered our wildness. Remembered how to treasure these little plants as the birds do before a storm?  What would happen then?