I’ve never had dandelion wine, but the hubby said we aughta try, considering if it weren’t for dandelions we’d have little green or other color in what is supposed to be our “lawn.”
half the world is trying to eradicate them and the other half is busy blowing dandelion fluff!
Guess which half I’m on! We have some of the most beautiful wildflowers here and sometimes it seems I’m the only one who sees them. Little wild iris, abour 4” high, royaly blue/purple with orange stripes in the middle, tiny white violets that are about an inch and a half tall with lance shaped leaves, wild azealeas the color of apple blossoms that smell like heaven.
When I was little, we lived on a farm in Ohio. I knew where the wildflowers were then, too. I know it wasn’t for my sister, because her birthday is wrong. It had to be for my brother—sis is 3 years younger, bro is 4. My bday is in Feb, his in Apr. I can remember picking dog tooth violets for Daddy to take to the hosp when Mom had the baby.
The violets grew on a hillside, away from the house. Even at 4 I knew where they were, how to get them, and get back to the house. Scary, huh? I must have given my parents fits—an 80 acre farm in the middle of nowhere, and a toddler with no fear whatsoever.