Be A Dandelion

I think that if I ever had to "come back" as something, I'd like to come back as a dandelion. 
Or my favorite pair of boots. 
But probably a dandelion.

A person can do a lot of thinking on a mower. 

Especially a mower that doesn't move too quickly because it is just getting out of rehab.
Literally. 

Something amazes me weekly as I board the Husqvarna Hog and prepare myself for 2 1/2 hours of bladed bliss. 

Have you ever seen anything so quick, persistent or resilient as a dandelion? 

I mean, have they nothing better to do than ruin our yards?

Sunday after I mowed down the (approx.) 15,783 dandelions, I began to gain this strange appreciation for them.
Yes, I'm serious.  
No, I've not drank Weed-B-Gon. 

Five Ways That Dandelions Are Better Than Me:

Number One. 

They accept others as they are. 

Alike or Not. 

I judge. 

I judge in a way a woman who sincerely enjoys learning in the pew every Sunday should not judge. 

I judge the guy in front of me buying lottery tickets and cigarettes. 

I judge myself via full length mirror. 

I judge the future based on the facts I only project myself. 

Who am I judge anything other than grocery produce?

We have not the same parents, mail carriers, shoes or debts. 

Number Two.

They are influential.

You tell one dandelion to grow, you better believe the whole darn yard is bound to make a synchronized statement because they have a common goal: To kill my landscaping. 

One dandelion: Admirable and innocent. 

A herd of dandelions: Comparable to a battlefield of haters. 

Number Three:

They don’t care about their looks.

Good hair day. 

Bad hair day. 

Half hair day. 

They show up just the same. 

They care not what the wind, rain or humidity do to their appearance. 

They do their job, unaware or influenced what others may think. 

They have a confidence far beyond external influences. 

Number Four.
They're not afraid to stand alone. 
No matter the place. 
No matter the subject. 
No matter the crowd. 
Hot air. Weed killer. Hail. Few things can cripple the knees of a dandelion and keep it down for along period of time. 
Trust me. I mowed this deal down 48 hours prior to taking this photo. 
This world would be a whole lot better if backbones were stronger than jaws. 

Number Five. 
They embrace change, no matter what. 
No matter the day 
Or phase
Or person
Or problem
Or mistake
Or loss
Or gain.
Dandelions move on, understanding change is necessary. 
They grow. 
They extend. 
They adapt to every temperature, sunrise, circumstance.
They rise again. 
They rise again, and much to my dismay, stronger than before. 

Accepting, Influential, Internally Sound, Confident and Growing. 

Be a dandelion. 

Or mow them down every week. 

Quite frankly, I guess I hope to do both.