It is the first flower to pop out of the ground after the long winter months. The first flower we see is the same color as the sun. The sun we’ve all been waiting for. The sun to warm our toes. The sun that chases away the dull, colorless winter. Children find these treasures & bring them to their mothers as a gift. Keep that gift as though you hold the sun in your hands. Put the flower in a vase & place that vase in a place of honor. Spring, she cometh.
As the dandelion dies, it becomes a wish factory for almost any age. I mean, if you are still wanting wishes. My son blew this one & the wind carried the seeds away with all the wishes he holds in his ten year old heart.