Apparently I'm in the minority, but I like dandelions. They're bright and sunny. They show up early in spring before everything else is blooming. They turn into great cotton balls of seeds to blow every which way.
I have great memories of making bouquets of dandelions and violets for my grandmothers when I was young. I didn't realize how much they didn't appreciate those poor maligned dandelions. I also have a great uncle that swears that every dandelion growing in his yard was caused by me blowing the seeds. But how could I resist?
Now my husband grumbles every time he sees a dandelion like it's some affront to his manhood that a dandelion DARE grow in HIS yard. As for me? I still think they're pretty. I love to see a field full of them. And I can't resist blowing at least one each year!