Upon a weed, and a wish…

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Every child in their youth, and come on adults tell the truth we find these weeds fun! Age does not make a difference. Blowing as we make a wish. Don’t tell anyone what is it or that wish you blew may not come true. Blowing with all our might, watching the air take flight to our fanciful youth 

This actually is a Taraxacum officinale. 

When we blow upon its round circle watching it dissipate from its circles form, it seeds the ground where dandelions invade. What a trade a wish for an army of dandelions taking reservation as if they were allies upon on our neatly groomed lawns. It would never dawn on us not to entrust the imagination in that child like play. Its transformation from a round bolbous plea, to a yellow icky smelling flowery weed. It is done, we blew with all our desire

Hoping our wish come true. A Gardner’s worst nightmare, and we all have taken part in it. I did this just last year, and I can’t tell you what I wished for. That is between me, and Taraxacum officinale..

An unwanted decal in most yards across America. A dandelion taking relief, upon a weed and wish. What a conundrum indeed in a Taraxacum.

So the next time you see one will you pull it from its root, and blow upon it making your wish?. You bet we all will…

This is a passing of time, yet we will take part in for it is passed down from natures generations. It is because it is based upon a weed and wish. 

We all live for just one wish…if for only it came true as we blew. Shh. Mine is still in the making, and I did blow with all my might. All the seedlings took flight to dandelions storms wreak havoc. So my wish very well still may come true🌻

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Published by Lisa M. Boyd Cries from an unkempt garden

I write to tell my story of how I overcame self affliction, and great despair in this life. For I write to share the death to self that took place. That I may Glorify God in all I do. May my writings be a refelction of freedom, for I am no longer in captivity of self. May they be warm, and inviting. For I write because God has given me words that drip from my mouth to be seen.

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15 thoughts on “Upon a weed, and a wish…”

  2. I don’t understand why people don’t like dandelions. Maybe because they pop up where they were not planted. I think they are beautiful and always enjoy seeing a lawn full of them whether yellow and sturdy or white and delicate. May all your wishes come true!

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  3. I forget to make a wish … thanks for reminding me … however … just the sight of all those delicate wingED seeds taking flight is a marvelous childlike action all us children love !! Thanks for this beautiful post … and I love the picture !! jan

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  4. I love it!! I have made many a wish this way, though I must admit its has been many, many years since the last time. This instinctively makes me want to blow on one now… Despite the aftermath.,

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