Ain't That Dandy....

Dandelions have always been my thing; a symbol of sorts that I've always related to. My grandpa even calls me Sandie-Dandie and has a picture of me on his bookshelf picking dandelions.

I guess I relate to them in several ways: I show up where I'm not supposed to be. I'm messy. I come apart at the seams with the slightest amount of turbulence. I'm pretty good at taking root wherever I land. I can find hope in the most unlikeliest of circumstances.

If I had a dandelion right now, I'd wish that life was still as simple as just needing a dandelion to make a wish.....