Dandelions

He came rattling up, driving a yellow plastic dump truck with a red bucket on the back and screeched to a stop on the sidewalk.  He looked over at me and said,  “AHA!!!!!”  He grinned wide, hopped off his truck and scooped a handful of dandelion heads (no stems) from the red compartment on the back.  He ran over to my chair on the deck, and held them out, arm outstretched, eyes sparkling.  “For YOU!”

Of course I was absolutely delighted.  I’m not sure where he got the idea to pick flowers for me.  No one else was home, and none of the big kids have picked dandelions for me this year,  so it was extra touching. I  ooooohed.  I aaaaaaaahhhed.  I suggested we go inside and put them in a special bowl.

He ran to the tupperware cupboard and grabbed the biggest old green plastic container he could find.   “AHA!”  he stated triumphantly,  and that’s where we put the dandelions and a little bit of water.  They are still sitting on the dining room table.  It’s my favorite bouquet ever, and makes me laugh every time I walk by.