Dandelions in Switzerland


All my life in England I’ve seen dandelions as a weed.  Most people do.  Like they’re not ‘proper’ flowers, just something to be uprooted from a lawn or between the cracks of a patio, and dumped.  Daisies and buttercups enjoy a slightly better status – but only slightly.

Well look what I found growing in the mountain pastures above Interlaken in June.  Masses and masses, swathes and swathes, of flowering dandelions.  Talk about context!  Here, in presumably their rightful place, they look wonderful.  Glorious wild flowers, nothing weed-like about them.

So I have a newfound respect for dandelions.

(Moral: a weed is in the eye of the beholder.)