After stepping out on this beautiful May Day, in my heart I felt like this young woman tripping down the tree-lined path, in a regal purple flowing gown and hair adorned with flowers. But, in reality I was traversing the neighborhoods where healthy crops of wild violets threaded through the now-brilliant green grass and the deep purple hyacinths were giving the crocuses and snowdrops a run for their money.
As for the tulips … well, they’re still getting there.
I checked out my own backyard when I returned from my walk this morning. I was in search of lilacs, but they are still in bud. The beautiful clematis blooms are likewise still entrapped in their green bud jackets and have yet to emerge. Patience … just a little while longer.
But, what has appeared on the scene and raised their ugly heads, are the dandelions. I believe I saw hundreds of those bright yellow weeds dotting the homeowners’ lawns – mine included. Not that I am complaining, because perhaps it means that Spring has finally settled in and the warm weather is here for good. For years I would agonize over the arrival of those pesky dandelions. I’d tackle them by stabbing and grabbing them by the roots with a vengeance, all the while using my “Weed Hound” weeding gizmo, but, it seemed like I’d turn around and a half-dozen new ones sprouted up in their stead. It was endless and hopeless, ’til they went to seed and blew away.
So, I’ve learned to co-exist in this world with dandelions outdoors and dust bunnies in the house, and now I just put blinders on when I head on out for a stroll.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Life is short … let the dandelions and dust bunnies linger longer.
Linda Schaub
WALKIN', WRITIN', WIT & WHIMSY 
Well I have both. It goes to show I read alot so I can’t dust and I am amazed at how yellow the first flower of spring is. So I enjoy the little flower.
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Marge – They all came out today I think! They weren’t there when I left for my walk … hope you got your flowers now that they have them available in the stores … I love your Gerbera daisies and pink potted plant on the back porch.
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Dandelions…Dandelions…Dandelions Those mocking SOBs!
http://freelanceretort.blogspot.com/2012/05/dandelion-discourse.html.
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Ha! And my grandmother, who also did her yard work in a cotton dress, carried her paring knife out with her in the yard in her apron. She’d dig those suckers out in a heartbeat. She used the same knife to cut off the rhubarb’s leafy tops and hand over some rhubarb stalks to the neighbors for pies and for me to wash and dip in sugar. A friend of mine’s mom made dandelion wine – I tasted it – yeah … bitter. Blech … but she made batches and batches and gave it away to friends. He used to help gather them then assist in the entire process … he’s now a district court judge here in Lincoln Park … I hope no one ever twists the story around that he was making moonshine in a still in his mother’s basement and the past comes back to haunt him. Thanks for sharing your post.
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I like the term “dust bunnies”…………………….
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Me too Ann Marie – I know my mother used to use it all the time – she never had dust bunnies like I do though. 🙂
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