Weeds

Like many kids, I loved dandelions when I was young(er). I would pick them, make little flower chains, and made wishes as I blew away their little fluffy seeds and watched them float through the air. I never understood why my mom wasn't more impressed when I would bring her a bright yellow bouquet of the pretty yellow flowers.

As an adult, they are the bane of my existence as a homeowner with a yard. But up close and personal like this, they remind me of how much I loved them as a child.