Dandelion: (n) a weedy plant, having golden-yellow flowers
It’s a very simple test—you can do it with anybody.
If you’re curious about the bent of someone’s character or the passion that drives them, just simply bring up dandelions.
You don’t have to offer your opinion—matter of fact, it’s better if you withhold.
You can say something like:
“Well, look over there. I think we’re entering dandelion season.”
Then let them go.
I’ve yet to meet a person who doesn’t have a strong opinion on dandelions.
I’m sure you are aware of the diversity of ideas that might “crop up” with this little crop.
Some folks were taught that dandelions were nature’s little flowers. As children, they picked them or brought them to Mother, or decorated their room or pressed them into books.
For other folks, the dandelion is a weed which takes away from the beauty of the green grass they have fastidiously planted, making sure their lawn looks like a glorious carpet.
Every once in a while, you run across somebody who lands in the middle. These are the people who don’t prefer dandelions, but sure think they’re lovely.
I did run across one fellow who was very philosophical. He explained that the dandelion is on Earth as a foretelling of the human experience: It arrives, sprouts its best bloom, it is treasured by some and condemned by others. But in the end, it dies, loses all its beauty and is blown away by the wind.
As you can see, you can tell an awful lot about folks by what they think about dandelions.
Me? I think they make a great essay.