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Yesterday I was walking up to our front door and glanced at our lawn. It's overgrown and needs tending to after the long Winter.
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Just as I was lamenting adding one more thing to our to-do list, I paused to look at the abundance of cheery, yellow, dandelions and little purple flowers scattered across the tufts of grass.
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I was transported back to childhood Summers, picking large bundles of dandelions, with their limp stems, and clutching them into a ragtag bouquet in small hands. These crushed bouquets would be taken into the house and carefully put into a found jar and displayed with pride.
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Over the years my own babies have presented me with these same gathered bouquets of happy yellow dandelions, their faces glowing with pride.
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As I looked at our lawn and these memories came rushing back, I wondered when these bouquet-worthy flowers first change into "weeds" in our minds? When does that beautiful blanket of yellow buds stop being loved and start being seen as a lawn nuisance? Yes, we will mow this lawn (eventually), but I want to try and see the ordinary with the eyes of wonder and beauty. I want to remember that weeds can be bouquets to be admired if looked at with a different view.
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"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."
—Roald Dahl