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Tuesday, March 19, 2019
Ode to the Dandelion
I get excited almost as much as my great-niece about flowers, but not about the dandelion. Even this herb thrills her 4-year-old heart.
"Flower," she exclaims. "There's a flower," Reagan adds and races with her blonde curls bouncing to pick the weed.
To me the dandelion is just a weed. It's invasive and will take over my lawn. I'll need to spray the yard, but Reagan sees the beauty in this plant.
Maybe I should view the world through the joyful eyes of a child. Little Reagan finds beauty all about her, but I see the "work" involved with mowing the lawn.
So what's so pretty about the dandelion? Maybe the color. The bright fringed petals twirl like a ballerina waving yellow streamers. It's like lemon drops or Grandma's churned butter. It's like a sunbeam splashing the verdant grass.
Despite Reagan seeing the beauty in this simple plant, the dandelion has medicinal purposes. The local health food store recommends dandelion tea as a diuretic.
The dandelion is a common herb used to reduce fever in Chinese medicine. It contains several anti-inflammatory constituents. The dandelion has not been tested for fever-lowering properties by conventional scientists.
Additionally, this small yellow flower dots meadows around the world. Its roots are known as a powerhouse of healthy benefits. Dandelion's use traces back to the 10th century when Arabian physicians revered the root for its cleansing properties and as a natural aid for digestion.
Maybe little Reagan knows more than I do about both the beauty and value of the dandelion. Perhaps I could learn from this child if I would take time to appreciate the beauty of God's creation.
by: Brenda Kay Ledford
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