The other evening my kids and I walked to the park. My four-year old daughter ran ahead through the dandelion-filled field, laughing with abandon.  She ran back to me and held out a treasured handful of bright yellow blossoms.

“Here Mommy! Aren’t they beautiful?”

Her seven-year old brother sniffed disdainfully. “They are just weeds.”

My daughter, the free spirit, turned and ran back through the field. Her reply was tossed carelessly over her shoulder. “No, they are beautiful weeds.” Continue reading “In Defense of Beautiful Weeds”