The Lowly Dandelion
I read Pickled Pastors posted sermon dealing with dandelions (there’s a link at the bottom of this post,) and a few things came to mind. I realize the photo above is not a dandelion but for now, it will do. (I went outside to photo a dandelion flower or some fairies and they were all gone–gone away till the next batch pops up. All our yard currently sports is the greens and their deep roots.)
Let me remind readers that I’m a medicinal herbalist.
The lowly dandelion, it’s true, is termed a weed by modern gardeners and farmers, yet I’m not so certain it was always thought of as one. It has far too many beneficial qualities to deem it unwanted, really.
• Its greens are edible and its root makes coffee. In other words, when SHTF, you’re going to want that dandelion growing nearby.
• Diabetics suckle the milk from the flower stems to improve their health and folks also used that substance on rashes with good results.
• The dandelion purifies the blood and yet people spend hundreds of dollars on doctor visits and over the counter remedies.
• It makes a good sugar and syrup and helps out the liver.
A plant that makes sugar that can help diabetics. Strange, huh. Why, according to Maria Treben, author of Health Through God’s Pharmacy, the dandelion “. . . is Nature’s greatest healing aid for suffering mankind.”
The leaves alone are sources of vitamin B6, C, calcium, iron, potassium, magnesium, and more.
I could not help but associate the lowly dandelion with Jesus Christ and Christianity when I read Pickled Pastor’s sermon. She took things a different route and folks will still get her point, but some things just struck me.
How frequently people look upon the dandelion as a source of trouble and how many ways do they persecute this little plant? Yet, it abounds all the more. Go ahead, blow the fairy seeds, watch them drift, and drift . . . teach your children and grandchildren to do so. Do you remember the saying that if you catch a randomly drifting dandelion seed fairy and let it go again in the breeze that it’s good luck? Pass on that nifty little tale.
How softly the blessings come.
How easily people are persuaded by synthetic value.
Thank you Pickled Pastor for triggering my ponderings. You can read her sermon here: Pickled Pastors Sermon.