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? ? ? ? The dandelions are back here in the fields
around my home. My favorite flowers are always
among the first to show up in Spring and among the
last to leave in Fall. Their sweet, gentle beauty
always warms my heart, delights my eye, and brings
joy to my soul. They literally fill the lawns and
meadows at this time of the year and continue on
throughout the summer in spite of the countless
attacks from lawn mowers and weed killers that
they must endure.
? ? ? ? I have loved dandelions ever since I was a
little boy. I can remember picking handfuls of
them to give to my Mom and seeing her beautiful
smile when she smelled their sweet fragrance. I
can remember too gathering hundreds of their
blossoms so that my Grandma could make her famous
dandelion wine. I can also remember using all the
air in my lungs to help flower after flower
scatter its seeds to the winds. I can remember
most of all, however, just lying in the grass
surrounded by these tiny, golden suns and wishing
that summer would never end.
? ? ? ? As I look out my window right now I can
literally see thousands of these miraculous,
little wonders sharing their beauty with the
world. They remind me a lot of our own acts of
love and joy. They are small but strong. They are
sweet but hardy. They are simple but long lasting.
They may seem tiny and insignificant by
themselves, but if you fill a field or a life with
them then Earth looks a lot more like Heaven.
? ? ? ? May your days always bloom with loving
acts then. May your mind always blossom with
joyous thoughts. May your heart always flower with
compassionate feelings. May you always feel the
love of God sprouting up within you and around
you. And may you always make all? your life as
beautiful as a field full of dandelions.
Joseph Mazzella |
