dandelions.

I love dandelions.

I don't know why, but for a few days now I've wanted to write about dandelions. Again, I'm not exactly sure why. Something always makes me smile when I see them. Maybe it's because they're one of the few flowers that I actually know the name of, haha. Maybe it's just because they have such a sweet name... I don't know -- something about them just reminds me of summer.

Something about them just reminds me of the simple beauty of life.

But I've heard rumors that this amazing flower isn't really considered a flower. I guess some people like to consider it a weed. Which also puzzles me. Because it quite unmistakably has a bright yellow flower on the top.

I'm not exactly sure what classifies a weed, but I guess some people will never be able to get their minds around the idea that there is beauty even in weeds. That beauty isn't always found in nice little packages wrapped in colorful, shiny paper. That there is complexity in simplicity, and that sometimes beauty can be quite terrifying. And sometimes it's mixed in with the ugly and the base and the unpolished...

And sometimes, it blooms on the top of a common weed.