
Dandelions. To most people they are just a weed, one they wish would vacate from their lawn without effort. Not for me though…
My grandmother took my mom on a trip to Florida when she was 11 to see a family friend, Don. If I remember the story correctly, during their time there my mother asked him why she didn’t see any dandelions. Don tried to explain to her that different things grow in different areas and that they just didn’t grow in Florida. My mother did not buy that though. After coming home she took it upon herself to mail a dandelion seed head to Don.
Now, that may not seem like that big of a deal, surely one seed head wouldn’t do much, right? Well, I know there’s no real way to prove it but nine years ago, when my grandmother told me this story, I was living in Florida. I looked out my front door and giggled when I saw the dandelions that I had passed by every day without a thought. To this day, even now that I’m living in Texas, they still remind me of her…
What reminds you of your mom?
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