It’s that time of year. When the dandelions spread all over the yard.
Abby spent this afternoon picking all of these for me. We had 3 cups full of dandelions, and that was just a start. Their yellow tufts brimming over the rim. It brought back memories from when I was her age and I would do the same thing. To a kid, they’re flowers.
Now, I know they’re weeds. But at least they’re pretty weeds.