I am sure there are multi-billion dollar businesses to kill the dandelion. ~ Mr. Leprechaun.
“I noticed that there are dandelions growing in everyone’s garden after the rain.
I am sure there are multi-billion-dollar businesses to kill the dandelion.”
~ Mr. Leprechaun
I have wild places in my garden where I let the dandelions grow freely. The birds like them, and the bees and hummingbirds love them. Yellow green sturdy little wild things they are. I love them too. This is an ode to them.
While almost asleep and with the window open to feel the breeze during my nap time, I heard a little story in the wind …
“Did you know that if you let the dandelion grow in your garden and on your lawn, it is the perfect place for a little leprechaun to rest; in case they cannot find a mushroom that is?”
“Oh,” I said.
“If you walk by and see one drinking, it may very well be dandelion beer. They will ask to share some with you. Their pints are about as big as they are. It would be about a cup full for a human being.”
“I see.” I yawned.
So, the story I heard is this and it became strangely intimate.
“If you are kind enough to take a sip of me earthy brew, a couple of valuable gold coins will show up on your front door dear.”
“Really I whispered?”
“Yes, and as you pick up the gold, whisper to the wind how the beer tasted to you!”
“I see.”
Mr. Leprechaun continued on,
“I want the truth lassie. No lies. Then I will give you two more gold coins.”
I spoke,
“I hear you.”
“Share this story… if you will, Because I need them dandelions to make me brews!!”
