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The Dirt wrote:Meanwhile, I'll pray to Buddha and bow toward Mecca and do a novena and spin my prayer wheel and stick supplications on paper in my western wall and dance at dawn in a white robe around a picture of Stonehenge and contemplate my navel and sacrifice a pig, all so I get a week without rain.
Wish me luck.
rogruth wrote:Rufus,
You definitely have a sense of humor.It shows often.
webenda wrote:...In many gardening circles the dandelion is considered an undesirable. Dandy Lions don't care. No matter how many times they are mowed down they always come back. They seem almost joyful as they fill their place in life. Did you know they are in the same family as Asters? (Family Asteraceaeit)
MurphOnMillerAve wrote:Oh yeah, well, I'll bet you didn't know dandelions had a place desirable yet undesirable in my family. Yup. Ya'see, when my paternal grandmother would come to our home to visit during the summers, she would ask that my father not mow the lawn before she got there.
Before supper, much to my pre-adolescent horror (back in the '50's), she would go out into our back and front yards and harvest dandelions for salad! Also, she took some home to cook. T'was the green parts she wanted; the flowers were scuttled. The other (besides me) li'l rascals in the 'hood would some how always manage to be peering from their windows as she commenced her ritual which, I was certain, she relished all the more because of my objections and embarrassment.
Naturally, as things so often turn out later in my life, I'd give anything to have her in my own yard, nowadays, just sittin' and relaxing or out there picking all the dandelions she might want. I'd even help her clean and cook 'em. However, all that's gone, now, except for dandelions. They populate my lawn by the multitudes, and I have to pay a guy to take care of their removal. Of course, when I see their little faces, now, peering up at me from the green expanses they dominate, they have become joyful things to me because I think of Grandma and her salads. What little we understand and appreciate when we are kids.
Here she is on one of those visits (note the scruffy lawn,) with my father on her L. side and my uncle on her R. They're all gone, now.
Tramp wrote:
Rufus, are you referring to that French movie?
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