I saw a tiny dandelion when I started my walk today and realized I don't see many of them anymore. When I was growing up they filled our yard. But my dad never used weed-killer. That would have ruined the harvest. He used to gather the dandelion greens every spring and my mom would cook them up for dinner. Somehow I don't remember actually seeing him do this, and it was years before I realized that the "greens" we had for dinner were the scourge of many a proud homeowner's lawn. And I have to say when I saw them for sale at the grocery store, I laughed. A weed! But those weeds are awfully tasty. (The other wild greens we loved as kids were something called "Vleeta" in greek. Another weed that seems to grow near cornfields. I still don't know the english word for that one.)
I looked for the rest of my walk and didn't see another dandelion until I got around to the marsh side of the block and saw a few growing next to the marsh. One perfect flower stood out, and I had to take a picture of it. It reminded me again that God's beauty can be found in so many ways. In big ways like the grand, majestic scenes that I love taking pictures of. But also in the smallest way - like this little dandelion with it's bright yellow flower and tasty, green leaves. Weed? Not in my book. For I found God today in that beautiful little flower.
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