On a bright and sunny June day in 1996, I was tending the small
garden in my back yard accompanied by my first grand-daughter,
Gianna. Gianna was a very happy child. Always willing to help and
always ready with a barrage of questions that I was sure would turn
her into a magnificent woman some day (I was right). She was busy
watering some of the flowers in the potted plants as I was picking
up twigs and brush. As I reached down with my weed-picker and
plopped a dandelion out of my lawn by its root, Gianna let out an
awful scream. Thinking she may have injured herself, I ran to her
side to find her staring up at me with as stern a scowl as you can
imagine from a four year old. "You killed that baby flower, Papa"
she cried. "I pick those flowers for my mom and she likes them" she
said sternly. Standing there with the dandelion still intact in my
hand, I was at a loss for words for the better part of a minute.
After she followed me to the other side of the yard, where we
transplanted the lovely little flower, I began to tell her the
story of a dandelion's life. It wasn't until she turned sixteen
that I was reminded of the story that I had created to soothe her I
and decided to put it to print. I hope you like it as much as she
did.
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