I’m flattered by all the charitable folks who sent me private e-mails after my last post, expressing the vehement opinion that I am indeed in fact a rose… (For those who are just joining the party click >here< to see the original garden analogy discussion.)
Sweet talk aside, realistically I’ll never conform to the standards of societal “beauty,” however, in my opinion dandelions are cute, sporting their vibrant, cheerful yellow flowers. They’re also dead useful – you can use their leaves in salads, roast their roots for a coffee substitute and, oh of all the lovely things, ferment the blossoms into wine. Or dandelion jelly!
Native Americans boiled dandelions in water, making a vitamin rich tea to treat kidney disease, swelling, skin problems, heartburn, and upset stomach. In traditional Chinese medicine, dandelion has been used to treat stomach problems and even appendicitis. In Europe, it was used in all manners of remedies from treating fever, boils, eye problems, to diabetes and diarrhea. And let’s be honest, no victim of dysentery will ever scoff at anything that helps…
All in – the dandelion is a clever little flower that jaded, unappreciative suburbanites call a weed in their pursuit of a boring, bromidic, blemish free lawn.
So why be exotic but just for show when you can be cheery, cute, and useful?
And then there’s this:
I’d rather be a survivor, tenacious and optimistic, than beautiful, doleful and wilting…