Walking along the river with my dog the other day, I was noticing the various plants and flowers along the edge. I am no gardener so I admit I don’t know the names of them. I just know that they all have qualities about them that are beautiful is some way. Some are prickly, others delicate and bright. I’m guessing, most I see are actually weeds, their beauty in the eye of the beholder.
One such weed I came across- possibly a variation of the dandelion- made me think of years gone by when, as a child, we would blow on them and make a wish. I don’t know if any of those wishes came true, maybe we were just spreading weeds about the yard. Seeing the flower now, reminds me that life can take turns as quick as the breeze, and that it sometimes takes more than a wish to fix it.
It would be nice if it were as easy as blowing the seeds off a dandelion to make wishes come true. To provide wishes to those struggling, the firefighters battling to save land and home, or those in need of a medical miracle. I was recently reminded how precious life can be and that even the power of wishes and prayers may not be enough. I would gladly sit in a field of flowers and scatter the seeds to the wind, if I knew it would grant a
Weeds, like some people, are hardy, surviving in some of the more hostile environments, yet they do survive, and many thrive. I admire those people who thrive in adversity, their strength and determination, the ability to be a bright spot even when seen as something less. Don’t get me wrong, there are still weeds- like people – who are just prickly mean stickers. I avoid them, because they don’t add anything I find positive.
I would rather be a dandelion. A bright spot in a child’s day as they blow the seeds for a wish, an herbal tea to provide that possible miracle cure, even a landing spot for a bee. Maybe some see the weed, I choose to see the wish.