My husband despises dandelions, feeling they are his nemesis in the quest for a nice lawn. I respectfully disagree. They signify the delight of a child, the freedom of fancy and reminders of days long gone. This child of mine has never passed one, without looking for another to share with her mother. If there is only one we blow together, the excitement on her face as she runs towards me with an outstretched arm clutching her treasure. These soft and delicate creations only bring me joy when carried in the growing hands of a child.