I hate dandelions. I know, I know they are certainly not the biggest problem the world has to deal with. But I loathe them. Every year they multiply on our lawn, springing up between the flagstones on the path, competing with my tulips in the flower garden. I can't poison them....and be known as the shallow, environmental terrorist that just couldn't deal with a little yellow flower on her precious lawn.
But, some people do, they have no conscience....and I drive by their luscious, green lawns....and I feel it...lawn envy. I wish I didn't know any better, I wish I could "just touch their leaves with a bit o'poison....and say goodbye to my little yellow friends...or that I could think they are beautiful. My husband says...look at them and pretend they are in a beautiful Monet painting ...when I look at them....I swear they are organizing for an evil uprising..
What do you think?