Dandelion

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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Dandelion

To A Dandelion

Blessings on thy sunny face,

In my heart thou hast a place,

Humble Dandelion!

Forms more lovely are around thee,

Purple violets surround thee,--

But I know thy honest heart

Never felt a moment's smart

At another's good or beauty,--

Ever at thy post of duty,

Smiling on the great and small,

Rich and poor, and wishing all

Health, and happiness, and pleasure,

Oh, thou art a golden treasure!

Helen M. Johnson

I like dandelions. I'm sure the first bouquet of flowers I ever gave my mother, or received from my children were dandelions. Sometimes the kindergarteners at school will bring me a big bouquet of bright yellow dandelions. Even brighter are their little smiles as they bestow their special gifts upon me. I am always touched their affection and thoughtfulness. Do you have happy dandelion memories too?

6 comments:

ellen b. said...: We are infested with dandelions and I think I need to learn to embrace them as a treasure!; May 6, 2012 at 8:49 PM
allisamazing said...: I love dandelions and used to pick my mom huge bouquets of them :); May 6, 2012 at 8:53 PM
Steve Finnell said...: This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.; May 7, 2012 at 5:30 AM
chickory said...: recently I have been confused about dandelions. is it the white puff ball or the yellow? does the yellow flower become the white one? Ive eaten the leaves in a salad - kind of peppery. nice to see an ode to the dande here!; May 7, 2012 at 6:43 PM
trump said...: very lovely images.......Id like to invite everyone to a post I've just published honoring the TV show "Big Valley", and also actor Peter Breck. Included with this post are 2 personal recipes that was sent to me by Peters wife Diane, so please stop by and say hello and share your memories of this classic TV show. Richard; May 10, 2012 at 10:23 AM
Brenda Leyland @ Its A Beautiful Life said...: I know some folks call them a pest (when they appear in the lawn)... but I unashamedly admit... I love dandelions. They are audacious to the max. They never miss an opportunity to spread a bright note.
And they appear in the most mundane of places and yet appear fresh and happy.; May 21, 2012 at 3:36 PM

I Am From

I Am From...

by Debora Rorvig

I am from a lumber mill worker’s company house
with peeling paint and a sidewalk made of two by fours.
From faded flannel shirts that smell of pine and cedar boughs.

I am from Mason Jars of homed-canned pears,
from Dairygold milk with cream on top
in bottles on the porch.

I am from a garden plot with rows and rows of golden corn
that always wanted hoeing,
and from atop the highest branches of the Gravenstein apple tree in the Attolini’s orchard-
with apple juice dripping from my chin.

I am from saurkraut and wooden shoes-
the Millers and the Youngedykes,
and from the lively Scottish clan
who wear the McKinnon tartan.

From farmers and woodsmen
plain folk all,
who’s hands were calloused hard
but who’s hearts were tender-soft.

I am from ‘what will the neighbors think’
and ‘if you can’t say something nice,
don’t say anything at all.’

From saints and sinners who didn’t see eye to eye
but loved each other anyway,
and in their own way.

I am from the Western shores of Washington
strewn with agates, kelp and driftwood,
from Steelhead salmon, salty smoked
and chowder made from clams we dug
at Semiahmoo spit.

I am from my mother Ruby,
who taught me how to sew
on the old Singer treadle machine;
and told me all about my heritage.

And from my daddy, Raymond Claude
who took me nightcrawler hunting in the moonlight
and showed me how to bait my hook
and fish along the Nooksack River’s edge.

I am from an ancient, tattered Holy Bible kept safely on the upper shelf
with pictures of Jesus Christ
and a letter edged in black- carefully tucked inside.
There are births and deaths recorded there,
and a poem by great- great grandfather Alexander Laughlin Mckinnon
who I never met--and yet I know him
better than some I’ve met.

Precious is that Book to me.

And that is where I am from.

My Life List

*Seek first the Kingdom
*Never stop dreaming
*Make a difference in my students' lives
*Create alternate streams of income to fund my goals
*Dress with flair
*Master virbrato on my violin
*Try cross country skiing in Eastern Washington
*Lose those extra pounds and be healthy
*Be more active in my church
*Stop fearing things, people and confrontation; say what I think
*Stop Hurrying
*Inspire my grandchildren
*Own a Cottage on the Beach
*Live the Word
*Memorize the Book of Hebrews
*Find the perfect hairdo
*Be myself
*Look up old friends and make new ones
*Remodel the kitchen and bathroom
*Make my garden lovely
*Sleep under the stars in the desert and hear coyotes howl
*Write and publish a book(s)
*Travel toRio de Janiero, Cape Breton, South of France, Italy,Scotland, Wales, UK, Ireland, Norway, Turks & Caicos, New York City and the Eastern Seaboard; The Deep South, Africa

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Dandelion

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