A lot of people freak out over dandelions. It’s as if they’re not part of nature and some great hostile threat to the middle class homeowner. Projection, probably.
Myself, I just cut them with my push lawn mower and don’t really worry about clearing them from the lawn. By the time summer rolls around you can’t really see them anyhow.
I guess my relaxed attitude toward nature comes from spending childhood summers at Georgian Bay. Now THAT was nature. And it was almost entirely wild and untamed… unclipped.
So when I saw a patch of dandelions at St. John’s rehab not too long ago, I allowed myself to be mesmerized by their beauty.