Dandelions are one of the first signs of spring, where I live. I used to pick them when I was little, and give the bouquets to my mother. I also braided crowns out of dandelions.
(Last night when I was walking in my neighbourhood, I thought about the book of short stories called Dandelion Wine. I read it when I was in my early 20s. I remember really liking it…)
I appreciate spring weeds.