When I was a kid, just like kids everywhere, I picked dandelion flowers for my mother.
She treated them like the most precious orchids, not like a disease to eradicate. She’d place them in a little glass jar in the center of our dining room table.
I felt like I had given her the rarest gift on earth.
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mellow yellow always love! 💞
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Thanks, hon! Congrats on your book launch! Now I can say I knew you when! 🌼
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It reminded me of my own mom. So sweet, Nancy 🤩
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I have a feeling, KK, we all picked these childhood memories for our moms at one time or another. I loved your comment! 🌼 💛
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My little nephew and I picked dandelions yesterday!
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How sweet! A lovely thing to do with activity to do with someone special. 🌼
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When we were kids we were told that if we picked dandelions we’d wet our beds!
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Why? Because they were yellow? 😂
That’s a new one for me!
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So sweet! 🌼 Great song selection, too!
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Thanks, Michele!
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Haven’t heard that song in so many years! Yellow on, Nancy!
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Glad it brought back some memories for you, Mitch!
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Love that, Nancy. I used to make chains out of those white and pink weed flowers. No idea what they’re called. Mom was a good sport about those gifts.
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So glad you liked it, Staci! Not sure what the little pink and white weed flowers are but another of my favorites to pick for my mother were lilies of the valley – those tiny white flowers that look like bells.
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I like those, too.
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Curiosity got the best of me, so I just looked it up. It’s the flowers of white clover.
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💛 How beautiful, and special, Nancy 🌼💛
Vases of dandelions are the most precious bouquet. (I painted a vase of dandelions for my latest poem!)
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You wrote a dandy ditty, Lesley! Funny how picking dandelions for our mothers is something we all remember. I still love them and am thrilled when someone special brings me a little yellow bouquet.
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🙏💛😊
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I was out and about with my 10-year-old granddaughter, and we passed many an expansive field of dandelions. She said to me “Mimi, doesn’t it look like we’re in Oz?” It did.
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Now that brought a huge smile to my face! 🌼
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Mothers are like that
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Yeah, they are 🌼
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I did the same. Then I sneezed snot all over the place because they are the one thing on earth that I’m allergic to.
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Thank goodness we don’t have Smell-O-Vision! 🌼
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What Friedrich said…
Small gestures, acts, form a net of meaning in our lives significantly bigger than their “size”…
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Lots of times it’s the small things that matter most. 🌼
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Moms are precious.
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So I’ve learned later in life.
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❤️💖
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What a great mother you had! These small gestures in childhood have an effect well into old age. And they should always remind us that small gestures can make someone else’s day better – or ruin it.
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Yes, Fred, you’re so right. I wish I knew then what I know now.
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I think many of us don’t realize until very late how great our parents were.
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