Sunday, April 20, 2008
So it all started when Noah was a toddler. Noah loved to pick flowers for me. It didn't matter if he was picking them from our flower beds, or the neighbors flower beds.
Our old house in Meridian had a bad dandillion problem in the front yard. We tried about everything to get rid of them. I would spend hours weeding out the roots... we'd try lawn weed killers, and special fertilizers and still had hords of dandillions. So when Noah started picking flowers, I had told him I loved dandillions, but didn't like all the other flowers. Really I just didn't want the dandillions to go to seed, and I wanted to keep my other flowers in the ground.
So now I have THREE kids who all believe dandillions are my favorite flower. The dandillions have started to bloom so now everytime the kids play outside this is what I get. Handfuls of dandillion heads, that I have to hang onto for at least a bit so I don't hurt any feelings by throwing them away. Lucky for me, they rarely pick them with stems long enough to actually put in water so I don't have to do that.
Since we've moved, our current lawn doesn't have many dandillions at all, which doesn't stop my kids from picking them out of all the neighboors yards and bringing them to me.
I suppose it's better than telling them I love tulips or daffodils. That would be bad news if they were picking all my lovely flowers... and all my neighboors lovely flowers and bringing them to me. So dandillions it is.
Shhhhh... don't tell the kids.
Posted by Camille at 8:21 PM