This is actually one of the early Art of Alzheimer's installations. I came in the kitchen and found this on the counter. She had picked a bouquet of dandelions, found a bowl to put them in, and put a little bit of water in her vase.
I've never viewed dandelions as a noxious weed that must be totally eradicated at all costs. As a matter of fact, I was raised just the opposite.
Dad liked to make wine for home consumption,(even won some ribbons for it) and one of his favorites was dandelion wine, made from the flower.
Us kids would ride our bikes around town, scouting out the best patches of dandelions in public areas. Then we would ride back home and tell Dad where we had spotted some. Before the day was out, Dad would pile us into the old woody station wagon, ice cream buckets in hand, and we'd go dandelion picking. After picking for an hour or two, Dad would often reward us with a stop at the Root Beer Stand for a gallon of root beer, or maybe a cone from the Dairy Queen.
So I don't mind dandelions at all.