my favorite relationship is the one between humans and dandelions. in childhood we instinctively blow on its little fuzzy seed carriers. we take the role of the wind, we help the dandelions in a crucial part of their lives, and in return we get a wish and a moment of happiness. this is how nature is meant to work. we are just as unaware of our goodness as the honey bees are, pollinating the flowers
When I was a little girl I convinced most of the girls in my grade to fill up a ziplock full of dandelion fluff at home and bring it out to recess. I told them we were obligated to do this because dandelions are created by God and it’s our moral obligation to spread the seeds (we went to a Catholic school so this argument was infallible). At recess we all stood like 3 feet apart from each other in the soccer field and dumped out our seed bags. It was chaos, especially because the teachers had no idea it was happening until too late.
Long story short, there were about 1,000 more dandelions that year and we had to bring home little memos on bright orange paper that children were not allowed to bring dandelion fluff to school in ziplock bags, which my mom looked at when I brought it home, and said, “Did someone actually do this?” Completely unaware that it was her own daughter who started the riotous seedbombing
