When I was a teacher I showed appreciation for every dandelion brought to me. I think those plants were made by God for children to play with. You can pop the tops, blow the seeds, chain them, “milk” them, eat them and no one minds if you pick them. And they last long enough clutched in a child’s small fist to be put into a glass of water for the day.
When I was a teacher I showed appreciation for every dandelion brought to me. I think those plants were made by God for children to play with. You can pop the tops, blow the seeds, chain them, “milk” them, eat them and no one minds if you pick them. And they last long enough clutched in a child’s small fist to be put into a glass of water for the day.