

Before a mid-April two-inch snowfall, I walked the gardens and noticed rosettes of dandelion already forming. They don’t waste any time. They got started last summer; now they’re ready to take off. Not really different from those growing all over the lawns, but I have a different approach here. If I rototill these dandelions, they’ll thank me. New plants will sprout from every chunk of root the tiller leaves behind.
Next week I’ll talk about how organized hostility to dandelions is part of our colonial approach to lawns. But in the garden, I treat them as food. It’s the garden, after all. This isn’t to say we should never dig dandelions from our lawns to eat…but it’s easier to dig them in the garden—and I would want to know what poisons have been applied to lawns before rushing to make a meal of those plants.
So this poem goes old-fashioned—Admire! Forage! Eat! Develop a new (old) relationship to the lovely—wildly successful, apparently only mildly nutritious-for-pollinators—invasive that accompanied Europeans to this continent—the Dandelion.
Dandelions
Each day new rosettes of dandelion in the garden advance on snow’s retreating rim. Green nests tucked in beneath tan brittle stalks of last fall’s vines and flowering. Everywhere on ground left bare cozied up to terrace-logs sinking into loam—aggressively at home. This spring from their perspective it would be just fine if I didn’t do a thing. But here I am garden-fork in hand because they already own the lawns and I like them am pushy and have plans. I enjoy the digging pry deep down listen for separation-sigh slip taproot out raise in admiration the pliant needle that tried to leave some bit to sprout again. Leaves bloom from the root in slow explosion— white underneath soil-flecked hints of red then saw-toothed green in full eruption. I scissor them into my basket. Sautéed in olive oil our spring delicacy. Thus they claim victory greens to capture me next colonies of sunlight for the bees.
** Special bonus: Click here for a tasty dandelion greens recipe. (They do need a lot of picking over and washing.)


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My wife was raised on a farm in Thailand. She grew up enjoying the many edible plants, “weeds,” and wild mushrooms of her country.
She loves how you forage and appreciate and share the dandelions and wild blackberries of life. Thank you.
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