Remember being a kid and coming upon a patch of fuzzy dandelions in your yard? I could never keep my hands from plucking them from the ground. After rubbing my cheek with the fuzzies, I would take a deep breath, make a wish, and blow out as hard and as purposefully as I could, just to watch the dandelion fuzz float through the air. Then I would usually get yelled at because I’d just spread weeds all over the place.
How was I to know? Dandelion fuzz was so much fun. In fact, I still think it is! So imagine my delight when I found this in my garden:
I tried my hardest to stay away from the Gerbera daisy fuzz, to not huff and puff these things all over the garden. I even walked away for a few minutes. Gerbera daisy fuzz is not only softer than dandelion fuzz, but there’s more of it. MOAR! The temptation was unbearable.
Self-control is something I have very little of. Especially when it comes to doing something that reminds me of being a kid again. Sledding, sleepovers, making s’mores, and blowing dandelion fuzz. Except this time, I felt like I had graduated up to blowing Gerbera daisy fuzz, which is much more adult-like.
Nobody was around to yell at me for doing such a thing. Also, it’s my garden. If I find myself overwhelmed and being taken over by an army of Gerbera daisies, I’ll consider myself lucky.
(I mentioned last week a little something about making big, big wishes. Perhaps those are the kinds of wishes that must be made on big, big flowers.)