This Flash Fiction Friday 55 (hosted by G-Man) was paraphrased from the book, The Song of the Bird by Anthony de Mello. It happened to be my meditation reading for the day and was so applicable to my post yesterday and also to my planned post earlier this morning that I think it was meant to be. I love when God places themes in my life because I’m a little slow on the uptake at times! (grins) Happy Weekend, Everyone!He took great pride in his lawn and tried every method he knew to get rid of a large crop of dandelions. He wrote the Department of Agriculture explaining every method he had tried and asked them, “What shall I do now?” In due course the reply came: “We suggest you learn to love them.”
P. S. My five year old daughter loves dandelions. She picks them all of the time for me. “Here, mommy, I picked you some pretty flowers,” she says. I always thank her and tell her how beautiful they are. Even more exciting for her is when the dandelions are in the white puffy stage. She can spot one a mile away and will run to it, pick it, blow the small white seeds off and watch them dance away in the wind with an expression of pure wonder and amazement on her precious little face.
