I've been between neighborhoods this week, moving out, moving in. We were fortunate to find a house to rent very near our building site, like, next door. I'll have the catbird seat for the whole process.
Our new hood is a great area, very village-y, and dare I say a bit like "Star's Hollow", for those of you who remember the ever-bantering Gilmore Girls.
There are gracious lawns and generous flower beds, welcoming front porches and across the street there's a tire swing. Yesterday we came upon three little girls picking dandelions and carrying them around by the fistful. And then I saw two more clutching the same yellow bundles at different times today.
Too bad I couldn't have taken a photo. Instead here's a field of the sunny flowers at the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum, if you're not too dazzled by the crabapples.
What a difference to see someone enjoying the the little loved/hated flowers, and not obsessing about their demise. I know they can seem unsightly in certain circumstances, but they are an important first source of nectar to early insects seeking out food. Plus I think they're kinda cheerful.
While I'm busy packing and unpacking why don't you check out this link to last year's post I did over at Herb Companion magazine, Three Reasons to Love Dandelions.
