When I die, I want my friends to blow dandelion fluff into my ashes. I would like my ashes, thusly mixed to be scattered around a few of my favorite places as well as a few of my not-so favorite places. This will is still evolving and I may post here, but recent funerals got me thinking about my own arrangements and how I would like my legacy to carry on.
It is all about dandelions- those scorned but highly nutritious plants that people should be using yet instead try to annihilate.
Chem lawns and garden staff be damned, I want everyone who has ever given a damn about me, and anyone whom I have ever given a damn about to remember me witheach sprouting, unstoppable flower growing from the cracks in pavement, in the woods, on the manicured lawns of those who would wipe out my favorite plant.
And, of course, after my death, as I go to seed each season, I will welcome anyone who never knew of me to blow me.
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