It takes some time for Dandelions to turn into Wishing Flowers. I know. Because I checked everyday.
When they hadn't changed, I wasn't sad. Seeing the yellow dotting the field made me just as happy. You might be surprised to know that I didn't pick them. I let them live.
My extreme patience surprised even me. It was, of course, further proof to my mother and everyone else that I could control my impulses. Therefore, talking during instruction and standing still in line were possible for me.
Geez...I was dumb to show adults that side of myself. But...the flowers lived longer, swaying in the breeze, and pushing their happiness up through the ground.
Then the day came when there were Wishing Flowers as far as the eye could see. As Maria tells it, I declared, "These flowers go all the way to Hazard County!" (Not Harris. Hazard. Fans of the General should know to which county I refer.)
I ran into the lot, ready to make as many wishes as possible. I did pick a couple. I closed my eyes and made my wish, raising my head to the Heavens. After I'd used the most beautiful words, I opened my eyes and blew at the white, fluffy seeds. Watching the wind catch them, I smiled in glee to see my wish carried away. Hopefully to the place where wishes were granted.
Eventually, though, I got a better idea. I certainly couldn't pick every flower. There were hundreds of flowers waiting to be wished on.
Instead, I closed my eyes and made all my wishes at once. Then, with lightning speed, I dashed through the flowers, my legs and arms kicking up the soft seeds, sending them flying and spinning into the air. Thousands of wishes swirled around me as I ran through the lot.
I stopped and looked around, my smile splitting my face. I lifted my arms and gloried in the sight of those white, fluffy seeds flying. All my wishes, shooting through the Heavens....
And the best part was I knew those seeds would hit the ground and grow new flowers. I was sending Wishing Flowers to others. It was a good feeling.