Weed?

The weather has been utter crap, winds and rains, and ended up 12 weeks spree of clarity. Still I am feeling a lot better than I once was, lifeless and unable to open my eyes, my brains felt like they are being churned by a blender.

Today, full ears remind me I'm still not clear. But looking around, this is the second day at which the dandelions have flowered, even after yesterdays pickings.

Nature provides in plentiful the medication for the weather it creates. Is this the path of evolution? Recognising the remedy around us we formally destroy as weeds. The diuretic properties of the yellow flower, natures own gift - to clear out the spinning fluids without the side effects of harsher chemistry, yet we make of these yellow flowers as waste, it's also kinda disgusting to taste.

Yet in innocence in children we propagate. Blowing florets along with the winds that damage.