I admire the person who made use of these weeds. I have not seen anyone put these in a jar and display it the way someone in this cafe has. He or she must be so free-spirited as to have some appreciation for the much dismissed, and ignored, bounty of nature.
Just like the dandelion's florets -- they seem to be waiting to be blown away, be scattered by the wind, to land and begin life anew. They seem to sit there with an invitation to take as many as you need.
Today I need a handful.
