It is that time of year again. Dandelions are now in season. Of course every hunting season has rules and regulations, and opposition.
My husband asked “Why aren’t you going down to see the sunset anymore?” Inside my head I curtly asked him if he forgot what I did for a living, followed by a heavy sigh, and another comment- that I was a gardener. This is what it was all about. The waiting was over. There were
Dear (insert plant name here), Yes, I will admit, I thought you were just the thing when I first saw you. You were in a line of others, all looking the same, but you stood out. Somehow, you were different. You wanted to go home with me.