I recently overheard a conversation about dandelions. A fella was describing how he couldn’t stand dandelions. Exasperating his dislike was the fact his neighbors on both sides let these wicked dandelions grow until they were taller than a beanstalk out of a child’s book.

As the story goes, this fella begins sneaking into his neighbor’s yard and chemically treating those troublesome dandelions. He’d awaken each morning at the crack of dawn and  put on his camouflage robe, grab his sprayer, and work a little piece of lawn. 

With great success, even. The dandelions disappeared and when his neighbor caught him,rather than be angry,they joined forces and have been considering a run at a third neighbor’s lawn.

The story goes on, but at this point I was starting to think it was all made up by a crazy dandelion hater with too much time on his hands. I mean, how are they going to find matching camouflage robes?

As for me. I’m no fan of dandelions, except when they are yellow and cute, because they drive my allergies insane. So my plan to tame the lions involves the following list; doing nothing,tolerate,curse under my breath,curse, and give an extra mowing or two about this time of year when the dandelions are going out of season. The season isn’t that long after all. Which reminds me, I had better get back out in the garden. I think I just saw my neighbor eyeing my yard from across the fence.

So what do you think of dandelions? Are they as ferocious as I hear?