Not everyone likes the way our yard looks.
It's not Better Homes and Gardens; moreso it's Little House on the Prairie, as we planted beautiful native flowers and grasses and plants in our front yard.
My kids lovingly refer to it as the jungle when all the plants grow taller than their own heads during the heat of the summer.
Also, we don't use chemicals to kill the dandelions that spring up each summer. There are a whole host of reasons, a few of which you can read about here.
But also? I like the beautiful bursts of yellow and green after a hard-fought for spring; I don't really care that they are considered weeds. They are beautiful ... until they go to seed. And then? Then they are not quite as lovely, all the color drained out and the stems long and lanky shooting up from the now-greened grass.
I thought about taking the time to start digging some -- not all -- up. Even beautiful, edible weeds are still weeds, I assured myself.
A friend came over with her two energetic, happy kiddos last week to dig up some burdock root so we could make a tincture. As we dug up those "weeds," we began talking about the dandelions and how they were spread thick across my yard.
I admitted my love/hate relationship with them, and she helped me troubleshoot a way to naturally rid our lawn of some.
Our oldest children began to bound over to us when her oldest stopped in her tracks before the vast spread of weeds in my yard and declared,"Ms. Hyacynth ... you have a field full of wishes in your yard!"
I laughed out loud and smiled, agreeing.
"You know what? You're right! I do have a field of wishes in my yard."
We choose how we view life, don't we?
I don't have a yard filled with weeds; I have a field full of wishes.