You fight dandelions all weekend, and late Monday afternoon there they are, pert as all get out, in full and gorgeous bloom, pretty as can be, thriving as only dandelions can in the face of adversity (Hal Borland)
It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun (Henry Ward Beecher)
They start of as pretty sunshine yellow flowers on the lawn. Then they are pert balls of fluff. When the wind starts blowing – they become airborne. Kapok in Spring. The tiny umbrellas find their way into every crevice and corner of your garden and home. Each seed disengages from the mother-pod and becomes an individual.
Each little seed a black dot of germination potential, clinging voraciously to its parachute. Fragility coupled with tenacity. En masse they become beauty coupled with pestilence.
Lesson from this:
Beware of fluffy grey-haired grannies: remember – fragility coupled with tenacity!