Dog on the Yellow Dandelion Road
Carolee, my granddaughter, will be four in two weeks. In the celebration of her birthday there will be great joy but a little tinge of sadness for me. For me, three marks the heights of childhood innocence and the freedom that comes with it. Carolee can still see a dandelion as a flower not a weed. It is still beautiful to her. She has not been told that a dandelion lawn is not right and the dandelions need to be killed.
When I was up north at my son’s family’s house last week I took the dog for a walk around the narrow but long strip of land behind the house. Hay and other plants grow wild on most of the land except for the road around the land where grass and dandelions mark the trail. I called it the ‘yellow dandelion road’ and I am not sure how it looked to the dog but to me it was thing of beauty. Carolee was in school at the time but I think she would agree. Is not “beauty in the eye of the beholder”?
When I ask three olds how old they are and they say “three” I always say I am “free”. In their innocence they do not understand the difference between “three” and “free”. But after they reach four they understand the difference between “three” and “free”. But they lose their understanding of how, on the yellow dandelion road, there is not much of a difference between the two words.
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