As I create this blog post I am looking out my window silently cursing the flower pictured above. The Dandelion. I don't know whether to call it a flower or a weed. Perhaps in some yards it would be considered a picture of beauty. Not in this one. In this yard it symbolizes never ending work and toil to rid our lawn of the beast. I can tell you exactly where it came from, too. Our neighbors. Don't you love living next to the person who has never heard of "Weed and Feed?" I am the lucky one. Yes, yes I am. The stupid things also find their way into my perennial garden. This is one flower which I tell Derek, "Pick as many as you would like." Pick away, Son. Pick away--just remember not to touch the Liatris!