S: I was working in the yard the other day and stopped to pick a dried dandelion flower. I was about to blow the little seed parachutes and watch them scatter. Then I realized that this "flower" was really a weed. And all those innocent wish-bearing parachutes would become more weeds. I threw it away in the trash. It was a sad moment. We've been in our house for about 9 months now, but it took a dandelion to really make me feel like a homeowner.
Z: I was the one encouraging Sarah to blow the seeds. She didn't mention that she did blow them...into the trash can like a concerned responsible adult wanting a well manicured lawn but still wanting to make a wish. I saw a bit of whimsy die that day.