Damned Good Dandy Lions

Okay, so I’m not going to win any Pulitzer Prizes for this entry. But that’s okay, because I will never win one anyway, so I won’t be bogged down by anguish over not doing so. But I do expect this post to make people think about the priorities of the world.

Why do we hate dandelions? They’re pretty. They’re yellow. They’re just one of God’s many gifts to us. Yet when a lawn looks like this:

We wonder what is wrong this those people? Their lawn should look like this:

In essence, we give more value to a lawn that is propped up by chemical supplements (steroids for grass) to one that is graced by nature’s own splendor and beauty. Why not just do away with lawns altogether, throw down a slab of concrete, paint it a brilliant green and call it a day?

See, I refuse to be pulled into the games that lawn care companies try to play with the homebuyer. I, of course, don’t own a home. But if I did, you can bet the $20 you’d spend on a bag of fertilizer that I’d let dandelions roam free like the lions in the African safari.

And finally, a short story I wanted to share with you that I think might win me a Pulitzer.

I didn’t like the way the gas attendant eyeballed my mother. And I could feel the rage boiling inside of me like an egg on Texas concrete in August. I wanted to smash my fist down on his face and bust it into a million pieces. But I did not. I showed restraint. I took mercy on the man. I chose peace over violence. Then, I picked my mother a bouquet of wild dandelions and we drove off happily into the sunset without paying for the gas.