Helen Manson Andrews
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Helen Andrews' articles, both old ones and some newer ones.
We hope you enjoy this one.
Our lawn is buttoned down with golden dandelions. In a few days it's
covered with silvery gossamer globes. Each tiny fairy wing is tipped
with a little brown seed. Caught by the wind, these seeds fly off to
land somewhere to start a new plant.
What a find for some of the birds. I looked out one day and
there were two white-crowned sparrows and a chippy plucking the
seeds and scattering the wings. I kept watching to see who would
be next to find this ready food supply: more sparrows -- three
of them were Savannahs, their yellow eye stripes nearly as bright
as the flowers that produced the seeds -- more chippies and a
few song sparrows.
Census day I looked in vain for them. Jim had just mowed and
it takes a day or two for the dandelions to bloom and go to seed.
But Sunday, there they were again. We see very persuasive ads
for turf builders, and all sorts of chemical means to "beautify" your
lawn. Our lawn may not be all green or even all grass. There
are violets and clover, as well as dandelions; but I'll take
the dandelions and sparrows any day over all grass done with
turf builders. No chemicals on our lawn!
Have you ever looked closely at a dandelion flower? Have you
ever had beautiful Savannah sparrows feeding outside your window?
That's what I call a beautiful lawn!
Over Dutchess, September