We came back from camping to find that our back yard had grown a foot in the four days that we were gone. I use the term yard here very, very loosely. We don't so much have a back yard as a field full of dandelions. It is still slightly better than the dirt pit that we call the front yard. I am so tired of dirt as a replacement for grass. By this weekend DH will have planted grass seed and with the help of 20 hours of Alaskan sunshine per day, we should finally have grass in a few weeks.
Hallelujah.
So while I'm not excited about dandelions (even though it is better than dirt), there is one girl who is very excited about dandelions. She usually picks me a few bouquets of them a day.
Often, when we are driving in the car she will suddenly yell MOM! LOOK IT, LOOK IT, LOOK IT! She says it will such urgency that I think that I am about to get hit by a semi carrying a highly flammable load or maybe even a train, but she is simply trying to show me a field or yard full of dandelions.
She often forgets what they are and calls them sunflowers. I should be so lucky to have a backyard full of sunflowers.
But I have to say, I'm awfully proud to display my dandelion bouquets.
Little bouquets full of love!
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