They’re back.
Bright yellow, suspiciously cheerful, and multiplying faster than mismatched socks in a laundry basket — dandelions have taken over. Lawns? Covered. Sidewalk cracks? Occupied. That one tiny patch of soil next to your mailbox that never grows anything except existential dread? Guess what — now a full-blown dandelion metropolis.
And honestly? Good for them.
Dandelions don’t care about your landscaping plans. They don’t wait for permission. They just pop up like, “Hey. We live here now. Also, we brought thousands of cousins.”
Kids love them. Bees love them. Adults pretend to hate them, but deep down, everyone’s made at least one lopsided dandelion crown and felt like a forest fairy.
So the next time you see one of those yellow rebels sprouting from a place it definitely should not be, maybe take a moment. Smile. Blow a puffball into the wind and pretend you’re not accidentally helping their empire expand.
They’re not just flowers — they’re tiny suns with no rules.
And I respect that.
