Crowding sidewalks, pressing through walkways, interrupting driveways, there they are. Dandelions are invading every part of the open soil, and working their wonders underneath. We can't seem to move them, or tackle them enough to stop their gentle march. Without knowing it, these pesky friends are sharing their message, sprouting and flying across wide avenues to cultivate the land beyond. Persistently they share their cheery yellow flowers that mature into floating islands of seed and whisper. Whether we bump into them or trustingly give them a gentle breath, they take to flight. Over behind rocks and across fields, they fly. We are unaware of where they will go, of how many of them will find safe ground. How many will find a tender place to land? No matter where the wind blows, Nature is having Her way. We may not see the outcome, however we can trust that everything will turn out like it should. I guess that's the Wisdom of the Dandelion.