I love spring. Now I know you probably are thinking, "Duh, everyone loves spring." But I contend my passion for spring is deeper than the average "I am glad the cold is over" conessuier. I love spring and everything about it. For example, today, I have been loving dandelions. Everywhere I go there is a new fresh crop.
I know I am suppose to hate them. I have fantasized about keeping a dandelion patch so I can prepare a medival feast complete with a dandelion leaf salad, but I conform to society and murder the plant when it takes root in my yard.
I might not tolerate them in my own grass, but make no mistake; I love dandelions. The bright yellow flower brightens the sea of green. I am enthralled by the tufts of seeds floating on the wind. I love the warm sunshine and cool breezes and the cheerful islands of yellow dotting the perfect neighbor's grass.