Seems to me a dandelion is a weed that everyone works to keep out of their yards. My late grandfather, a professional florist, once told me that a rose in a field of dandelions is a weed. I think he was trying to tell me that it all depends on how we look at things. You know, one man's junk is another man's treasure.
I am showing you two versions of a stamp of dandelions once they have gone to seed. Remember the kind you picked as a child and blew on while making a wish. I always think of my grandfather when I see a dandelion.