The boys bent, smiling. They picked the golden flowers, the flowers that flooded the world, dripped off lawns onto brick streets, tapped softly at crystal cellar windows and agitated themselves so that on all sides lay the dazzle and the glitter of molten sun.
"Every year," said grandfather, "they run amuck; I let them. Pride of lions in the yard. Stare, and they burn a hole in your retina. A common flower, a weed that no one sees, yes. But for us, a noble thing, the dandelion."
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
Dandelion Wine - one of my favorite books, . We tried to make dandelion wine once. A homeschool science project. Epic fail. Which I guess worked out in our favor, as I don't see how well winemaking would have looked in a homeschooling portfolio--heh, heh. But never mind that. Today I'm working on some dandelion syrup.
And speaking of books and dandelions, I just finished reading The Hunger Games trilogy at my daughter's request. Three books in three and a half days. I couldn't put them down. Had a headache when I was done. Plus, I felt a strong urge to arm myself, and to learn to make food out of weeds.
I first read about dandelion syrup on my friend Julie's blog at One Penny Jumble Packet.
Julie used to live in my district, uh, I mean, my neighborhood. She was fun to hang out with, and she has some mad skills. You would definitely want Julie as an ally in the arena.
She moved (drat it), and I miss her.
So anyways, after spending my weekend reading an inner-turmoil-inducing but still good trilogy, I decided to calm myself with the making of said syrup.
"To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta, Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed." Katniss, in The Hunger Games
That sounds good - bread that gives you hope. May dandelions be ever on your lawn.