Dandelions are the weed we give a stay of execution to so that we can postpone weeding until they turn into those adorable fluffy white lollipops that are destined to suffer their dramatic explosive slo-motion death of Oliver Stone proportions.
There is something about these little guys that make a picture just a little bit sassier. They are the happy go lucky hippie distant cousins of the stuffy over-achieving roses that hog up all of summer’s glory. Let’s be honest, who would you rather party with? That fun chick who shows up, gets drunk and laughs and dances all night and forgets her jacket and shoes in your bathroom, or the pretty girl with the prickly personality who sits in the corner and talks shit about everybody’s outfit?
If I were a weed I would be a dandelion. I would rather be queen of all weeds than just another face in the royal rosebush.