There are times that I absolutely love dandelions. When it rains, the drops will cling to the seed head and they sparkle in the sunlight. If I am in a large field, I'll see them as an abundance of wishes when children grab the stems and blow the seeds from the mother plant. Yet, when I am weeding my flower garden, they are a reminder of how quickly the dandelion transforms from a burst of yellow flowers into a seed producing giant.