To children, there’s something magical about dandelions. Something to do with their transformation, something to do with the way the seeds carry on the breeze. Recently I discovered that wishing on a dandelion is something that doesn’t carry to every culture, though it’s as ingrained in me as anything else I was raised with. The neighbor children leaned over the fence, asking my husband to pick one of our “wishing flowers” for them, and he didn’t know what they meant. I taught him about wishing on dandelions that afternoon. It will be fun to pass that tradition on to our daughter.