The stretch of young green is dotted with yellow swaying in the gentle Spring breeze. It’s May, the month of dancing dandelions, not a blemish on a manicured lawn. They’ve crept into the flower beds and tension is born good or bad, uproot, or admire the “weed?” but Jesus allows both to grow* weeds and wheat until harvest time. Stop. This persistent perennial is not a pesky plant waiting to be sprayed. It beams with benefits for skin and bone, cancer and anemia and much more… so they say. I too am a mixed bag of saint and sinner imperfect humbly accepting messy me, waiting for the gardener to prune back what could mar my soul and damage my spirit. The Romans delighted in dandelion salads the Celts in dandelion brews. As I sip on “weed” tea or wine my spiritual diet is enhanced by the vitamins of God’s love and patient waiting. Puffball in hand I blow kisses of love into the swirling air knowing well I can’t outdo God in generosity. +++++++++++++++++ *Matthew 13:30