I love this time of year when the windows are open and the birds wake me and invite me to head down the stairs and stare out the window. And so I did this morning.

It seems the Northern Cardinals always announce their arrival with a “Chewip, Chewip, Chewip,” call and usually he arrives first, and she, pictured above follows. For some reason, I didn’t see him this morning, but maybe tonight as they are early morning and early evening visitors.

While watching her another bird flew in. This a House Finch. And it immediately amazed me. I didn’t realize that they eat Dandelion seeds . . . until, that is, I watched it do exactly that.

So, My Guy and I are at opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to Dandelions. He wants to banish all from the yard. I want to encourage them and any other wildflower that chooses to appear.

And today, I decided to discern what I might hear when I take time to listen, and not just listen to the birds.

It was the voice of the Dandelion for which I yearned. Some call them weeds and wish they would wither and die. But the Dandelion wants us to know it is strong and persists even in the poorest soils.

And so it should.

To begin, there are the green bracts. Some of the bracts are turned downward as if in a dance, perhaps to keep certain insects that might gobble up the flower at bay, while other bracts protect the developing flower.

When the flowerhead begins to open, it does so one ray or “petal” at a time, for each “petal” is actually a floret, all of which combined look like the sun at high noon and make this plant a composite.

Toward the stem, each floret narrows into a tube, which rests on an ovary containing a single ovule. In that tiny tube is the nectar. While you may not see the tubes unless you carefully pull the flower apart, we can’t overlook the stigma, that tip of the pistil, or female part, covered with pollen. Each stigma for each floret is split at the end into two curling lobes.

The Dandelion sings out from its nectary, inviting insects to stop by for a visit. Meanwhile, the pollen remains in the protected areas within the circles or loops the two lobes of the stigma create.

Bees and many flying insects seek the nectar and in the process of visiting the flower, they smear themselves with pollen grains, which drop off at the next flower where the insect seeks another drink, thus insuring cross-pollination.

Of course, if you are going to listen to a Dandelion in full flower, you should be equally wowed as it continues its journey.

In time, the entire head of the bloom matures, the florets close up within the green bracts, and the bloom looks almost like it did as a bud, and evokes an image of our life cycle–from birth to death.

But the transformation isn’t over yet. Next on the Dandelion journey, the flowerhead opens into a fluffy ball of seeds, that fluff being fine hairs attached to each seed that will serve as a parachute.

Each seed represents one floret. And they wait for us, the wind, animal. or bird to disperse them. Out into the world they are ready to go. I don’t know about you, but it’s hard to resist the temptation to pick a stem and blow on the puffball.

As I walked around our yard today, I noticed carpets of another composite, with a flower of the same color, but this one a Mouse-ear Hawkweed.

One easy way to differentiate between the two plants is by their leaves. Both have basal leaves, but those of the Dandelion are irregularly lobed.

The Mouse-ear Hawkweed leaves are entire, and entirely hairy. And much shorter in length.

Some call them weeds, but I prefer to think of them as volunteers who reflect the sun’s image. When I take the time to listen to them, they remind me that we are all interconnected and we need each other to survive, a lesson the pandemic certainly taught us. And that includes letting the undesirables flourish–in our yards and in our lives. I know I need to remember that.

If we take the time, really take the time, to slow down and observe, watch the variety of insects that pollinate flowers like Dandelions and Hawkweeds, and begin to understand that we need to save the flowers in order to save the bees and their relatives who also pollinate the fruits and vegetables we need in order to flourish, then we may change our minds and realize they are desirable after all.

And not all the seeds will end up growing in your lawn, as the House Finch taught me today.

Thanks to the Northern Cardinal for leading me to the House Finch, and subsequently the Dandelion and Hawkweed.