The Spiritual Habit of Digging Dandelions

Last year, when I heard the honey bee population was sufferingfrom amysterious insect-world apocalypse,I decided to offer up my lawn for the cause. I would not drown my dandelions in Round Up nor pry them from the earth with a slim forked garden tool. Instead, I vowed,Iwould let them flourish and propagate in order to providenectar for the struggling bees. It would be my sacrifice, my contribution to Earth.

This year, come April, I took one look at the blur of yellow blanketingnearly every i...