Maybe they mean trouble to you but to me and my grandchildren, they are beautiful. Hannah picked the tiny purple ones and Seth picked almost every dandelion in the yard that day. The purples went into a glass that sat proudly on the kitchen table for Mommy. Seth wound up giving me all the little yellow dandies that he had stuck in his pocket that lovely, sunny Spring day saying, "Here, Grandma, you keep these and take them home with you. When you look at them, you can think of me." Oh, little Seth, how I treasure these little weeds that have now blossomed into fluff and I do think of you and your pretty sister and that flower-picking day in early Spring. Yes, I think of you often.
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