Dandelions are just friendly little weeds who only want to be loved like flowers.

Remember, cousins are forever!

The Bond Between
Cousins Cannot
Be Broken!

Time doesn’t really ‘march on’. It tends to tip-toe. There’s no parade. No stomping of boots to alert you to its passing. One day, you turn around and it is gone.

You don’t choose these people and in the not choosing you learn tolerance. You learn to forgive.

I was a dandelion puff...Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly to admire my innocence. Others saw the potential of what I could do for them, so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs. They blew at my head, scattering my hair from the roots, changing me to suit them. Yet still others saw me as something that was unworthy and needed to be erased.