Dandelion's were an audience to my dreams. I would sit weaving them into chains and imagine I was a princess. I looked over my kingdom of weeds and saw jewels, princes, and ball gowns. For a few magic moments I could be whatever I wished.
As I grew into a teenager my days in the dandelions turned to love. In the spring I would seek the dandelions to ask them to bring a boy to me. I had been an overweight child and the mirror lied and told me I was too ugly for a boy to like me. My precious weeds captured my tears and silently listened.
I cannot be certain, but I would like to believe the weeds held magic. Out of my dreams in the yellow blossoms love did find me. I was seventeen and a young man named Charlie came into my life. He was funny, handsome and protective. He didn't arrive on a white horse, but he was my prince. Two years later we became husband and wife. Today we have been married for forty one years.
I know dandelions are weeds, but for me I will always see beauty. Whenever I see a field full of them, I want to gather them and make chains. Life can be too real at times. I think all of us could use a moment to let go of our stress and dream dandelion dreams.
not a weed
but a crown.
upon her head.
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Stephanie Beeley