My little one pointed to a hill covered with dandelions yesterday. "Mom, look! No one ever picks the flowers there!"
I took a quick glance as we waited for the green light. "They sure don't," I said.
"I call those yellow flowers drops of sunshine, because they're like little drops of sunshine."
And in that instant, all those tufts of bright yellow did look like little drops of sunshine. It made me wonder when I started seeing weeds.
