Dandelions by Five Iron Frenzy
In a field of yellow flowers, underneath the sun, bluest eyes that spark with lightning, boy with shoes undone. He is young, so full of hope, reveling in tiny dreams, filling up, his arms with flowers, right for giving any queen.
Running to her beaming bright, while cradling his prize. A flickering of yellow light, within his mother's eyes. She holds them to her heart, keeping them where they'll be safe, clasped within her very marrow, dandelions in a vase.
She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds. All hope is found. Here is everything he needs.
Fathomless your endless mercy, weight I could not lift. Where do I fit in this puzzle, what good are these gifts? Not a martyr, or a saint, scarcely can I struggle through. All that I have ever wanted, was to give my best to you.
Lord, search my heart, create in me something clean.
Dandelions You see flowers in these weeds. Gently lifting hands to heaven,softened by the sweetest hush, a Father sings over his children, loving them so very much. More than words could warrant, deeper than the darkest blue,
more than sacrifice could merit, Lord, I give my heart to you.
Here is a site with some Dandelion poetry.
Anyone who has followed my blog for awhile has heard my rant about dandelions. Not because of the fact that they are considered a weed. I have a daughter who is obsessed with them. I can't go anywhere in the spring and summer months without dragging my daughter away from them while she is having a melt down. She wants to pick all of them. When there is one dandelion their seems to be a truck load of them. They just can't seem to bloom in ones. Bug's life revolves around them for two season in the year and sometimes I get the lovely Fall season to deal with them.
I even started spraying my yard years back so I can get to the van quickly. I even have threatened to sneak over to my neighbors yard in the night to spray them with weed kill. Purely to preserve my sanity.
You can read about some of the dandelion love I have from the following post. However I have talked about them often in other post.
Then something strange happened this last week. I called our weed control guy and informed him not to apply any weed killer only fertilizer to the grass. Gasp, I can't believe I just did that. I am still in shock.
Why did I do that?
They are one of the first foods for bees. They are plentiful and full of pollen. Somehow I have managed to talk Bug into not picking them because our bees will need them when they move into her beehive box. Then she thinks of her bees when we she sees these yellow flowers. She still stops to admire them but picking them takes longer. So I will let her gaze at them lovingly. I still need lots of patience and still cringe when I need to walk past them to get from point A to B. It's bug hunting season almost. No more picking dandelions and one less distraction to check off my list.
Bug did a lovely job taking pictures of the bees on my phone. I think seeing this helped her decide not to pick them anymore. Granted she is still tempted.
Did I mention that we are planting clover in my backyard. More weeds and more flowers to deal with. All I can say is, "I will tolerate the weeds and forsake my sanity to feed the bees."
Lord grant me patience on this new journey in my life. All my sweet little girls obsessions I am encouraging and surrounding myself with on purpose. I have bought bugs to put in our backyard, let the dandelions live, and I am even planting more weeds.