I was fortunate enough to grow up on a 40 acre dairy farm. Surrounding us were fields of lazy animals grazing in pasture, tall cornstalks that roamed forever, and ‘the dandelion yard.’
This dandelion yard was actually a huge patch of grass beside our rambling old farmhouse, that was large enough to be designated as a little pasture. When we had the time, we kept it mowed to emulate a pretty yard.
But it was MUCH more interesting when it became a wild, overgrown forest of tall grass, unrelenting weeds in full bloom, and, you guessed it, those dandelions!
The overgrown lawn was always perfectly squishy soft for barbie doll play. Those girls loved to walk through the grass and pick petals to throw in their hair for their big night out. But the dandelions also became known for something much more important.
I basically grew up with my niece and nephew, spending many hours at my place. One of our favorite adventures was sitting outside in the dandelion yard, picking the blooms, twisting the slimy stems into bracelets and flicking the bright yellow flower heads high into the sky.
But one day I had a brainstorm. I picked a dandelion, held out the picked tip and handed one to both Brenda and Brad.
“This is dandelion milk! It’s really good!”
Both kids looked at me with those trusting eyes, and eagerly grabbed a stem, giving it a go. The bitterness immediately took effect and they both sputtered and frowned.
“This isn’t good!”
“It gets better later! Here, try again!”
Fully trusting, me, they got a double dose. And then clued in. I was so busted.
40 years later, this small, somewhat unforgettable story still comes up in conversations when we’re together. Full throttle laughter and friendly nudges back and forth have us feeling like we were right back there in the field challenging each other to fall in love with dandelion milk once again. Oh the things we do as kids! Funny how little stories like these can bring a family just that much tighter later in life.
Next time you’re with a loved one, I challenge you to conjure up a funny story from way back. Remembering the smallest of things from the past are sure to make your present even sweeter. Here’s to the power of your own dandelion milk stories!
What funny little story from the past comes to mind for you? I’d love to hear it!