The Dandelion Perspective

Where I see a field of green marred by malignant yellow weeds, my daughters see flowers growing in the meadow.

A bouquet of flowers, or of weeds?
A bouquet of flowers, or of weeds?

I’ve told them they’re allowed to pick as many dandelions from the lawn as they like. Like many things they do, their enthusiasm is endearing. Their perspective on the problem is limited to what they can see: a flower.

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