"...Dandelion will make you wise..." - The Rolling Stones
When I was not quite a year old, my parents were living in Sarnia, (Ontario, Canada) where they had a house right on the lake. Not far from this house was an empty field that would burst, periodically, into dandelion bloom, with tall stalks and fat, puffy yellow flowers. My parents decided to plunk me down in the middle of the field so that my dad could take my picture. It is one of the only photos of myself that I really like. It is a funny picture because it looks like I might drown in a sea of dandelions, I was so tiny compared to the tall stalks. Also, I have a very pensive look on my face (already contemplating the many questions of life), not to mention a huge mop of light brown curly hair (my hair got darker as I got older). I don't know if my experience with dandelions has made me any wiser, but I still consider them flowers more than weeds.