While driving around at lunch today I noticed several groups of workers mowing/trimming/tidying city green spaces and those triangles of wild that exist in the wedge left by the cloverleaf on-ramps to the highway, spaces that often have wildflowers or pretty weeds flourishing in less than ideal conditions. One of my favorite “weeds” is the big, fat hot pink or white sweet peas sprinkled ALL OVER my world these days. I love them so much I planned to use them in my wedding flowers but didn’t for a variety of time-related reasons that I look back on now and think were *so* easy to fix…but that’s a story for an upcoming day.
This story is actually about spontaneity vs. responsibility and one way I’ve grow out of my childlike spirit.
When I was little I loved, oh so enjoyed with breathless abandon, blowing dandelion fluff into the wind, watching each individual parachute drift away until its fragile form blended into the sky. There was a lot of fluff to puff back then! I also loved those spindly little weeds that shoot off seeds with barely a touch, nearly invisible little bits spraying out in every direction like magic.
Then I grew up and started weeding. Those little seeds grow into annoying weeds, after all! And weeding. And cursing dandelion fluff and magically shooting seeds. And burs on the dog’s fur or my shoe laces, prickly thistle, stinky herb robert, and the host of mystery weeds that blanket my property.
I got responsible, darnit. And Mrs. Responsible knocks down a lot of fun.
But I still (only occasionally, honey!), every once in a while, feel the need to make a wish on the puff of a dandelion or brush my hand ever so gently across one of those spindly bundles. Every once in a while my spontaneous inner child is tired of being an adult.
Right this minute I’m giving myself a reminder to let my future children blow their own dandelion seeds into the wind. I promise.