One morning, my lawn was full of dandelions. They were beautiful. Most people hate them. My neighbors had treated their lawns, as there were but a few dandelions there.
For anyone who likes dandelion salad, or indulges in what I have heard as dandelion wine, my yard was ready that morning for gathering. Little did I know what ahead just a few hours later.
That day, we left for but a few hours, it was one of the hotter days of the season thus far. Upon our return, these beautiful little yellow dandelions had all at once turned white and were gone POOF. And dried to their white harvest parachutes which were blown away, spreading their love! HA. (probably into my neighbor’s yards)
WE MUST BE READY AND GO NOW. THE FIELDS ARE READY- NOW.
35 You know the saying, ‘Four months between planting and harvest.’ But I say, wake up and look around. The fields are already ripe for harvest.
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