Beauty is in the meaning

I’ve never had a favorite flower. Roses are cliché Daisies are farm-girly Lilies are beautiful, but they’re hard to press. Snapdragons are great, but you can’t find them in Wal-Mart. Orchids are too expensive. Poinsettias…. let’s not even go there. Color, shape, smell, size….how do you decide? You put a flower in my hand, a big poofy thing the size of a golf ball and about the same color: a dandelion. You have brought me a dandelion. “What’s this?” I ask, wondering what you expect me to do with it. You shrug and say, “I love you. That’s all.” I now have a favorite flower.