Daily Doodle # 19: Dandelions
April 19, 2017
Crayola announced that it is retiring its “dandelion” color from its crayon box to make room for a new blue. Some creative person wrote and illustrated a graphic eulogy, which I urge you to read. It will take only a minute. Enjoy!
Dandelions: Proclamation of the Suns
April 21, 2016
O Dandelion, Rich and Haughty
April 3, 2016
I mowed the lawn for the first time this year, a multi-sensory experience. I love the smell of freshly mown grass and the sound of the mower itself — both seem to be symbolic of spring and the long days of summer.
This is also the time of year when I try to dig out all of the dandelions that have rooted in the yard over the winter. I know they are considered weeds for the determined way they take over the lawn, but I do think they are awfully pretty, too.
The Dandelion
by Vachel Lindsay
O dandelion, rich and haughty,
King of village flowers!
Each day is coronation time,
You have no humble hours.
I like to see you bring a troop
To beat the blue-grass spears,
To scorn the lawn-mower that would be
Like fate’s triumphant shears.
Your yellow heads are cut away,
It seems your reign is o’er.
By noon you raise a sea of stars
More golden than before.
Walking the Color Wheel: Seattle’s Summer Yellows
July 24, 2012
“How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
What Nature Reveals
August 1, 2010

"Benedictine prayer is designed to enable people to realize that God is in the world around them." Joan Chittister
“Morning and evening, season by season, year after year we watch the sun rise and set, death and resurrection daily come and go, beginnings and endings follow one another without terror and without woe. We come to realize that we are simply small parts of a continuing creation, and we take hope and comfort and perspective from that.”
— from Wisdom Distilled from the Daily: Living the Rule of St. Benedict Today by Joan Chittister, OSB
Nature can be another catalyst for contemplation. Here are some photos taken during my contemplative walks around the grounds of St. John’s University:

"Faith sees a beautiful blossom in a bulb, a lovely garden in a seed, and a giant oak in an acorn." William Arthur Ward
“We have to learn to be mindful that creation belongs to God and we have only been put here as its keepers.”
— from Wisdom Distilled from the Daily by Joan Chittister, OSB
Stir-Fried Dandelions
March 26, 2010
I found a recipe for Stir-Fried Dandelions in Plant Seed, Pull Weed by Geri Larkin. It’s no trouble for me to forage for dandelions. They would grow rampant in our lawn if I did not attack them each spring. I decided to try the recipe after my first weeding session this year.
The stir-fried roots may look like worms, but they tasted delicious. I’ll make them again.
Stir-Fried Dandelions
from Plant Seed, Pull Weed by Geri Larkin
2 – 3 handfuls of cleaned dandelion roots, sliced like tiny carrot sticks
4 Tbsp sesame oil (or Canola)
1 tsp cayenne pepper
5 cloves garlic, shopped
1 small onion, chopped into thin slices
1/4 c sesame seeds (I did not have these, so omitted them)
Steam roots until tender, about 10 minutes. Drain and saute in the sesame oil with the garlic, onions and pepper. Add the sesame seeds at the end, when everything is glistening and hot.
Serve over long, thin buckwheat noodles or rice or couscous.
Dandelion Wishes
July 8, 2009

Dandelion seeds dispersing
“I have to work fast when the dandelions bloom. I left them a little too long, and mine are all wishes now…”
— MaryJane Butters, MaryJane’s Outpost
Fallen Stars in a Sea of Grass
April 19, 2009
I’ve spent several hours over the past three days digging up dandelions from the yard. This is a yearly battle. And I always lose. By summer’s end, the yard is again studded with yellow.
Perhaps I am in need of an attitude adjustment. After all, just a few years ago, my daughter saw dandelions as golden jewels fit for a queen’s crown.

Bucket full of weeded dandelions

Like gold, the dandelion

Dandelion crown
“We almost think they are gold as we pass,
Or fallen stars in a sea of grass.”
— John Clare, “A Rhapsody”