Weeds and Nomads; for Genna and Jesse

Here's a poor photo, taken under poor lighting conditions, before sunrise.  It's a photo of the "weed" I rescued almost a week ago, and have been "raising" it in a pot in my dining room.  Mostly, this is out of curiosity about what actual weed this is.  A friend thinks it's a Dandelion.  Since I potted it last week, three more seedlings have made their appearance, and the main weed has developed a fifth leaf.  I must say, it is looking more and more like a Dandelion.  The three new ones haven't revealed any particular traits except the smooth, embryonic leaves typical of nearly all seedlings.
As for the Nomad part of my title, somehow a wonderful visit by nomadic musicians, Genna and Jesse, to the Nature Writing class I co-teach with Dr. Joan Parkin, has brought the ideas of the nomadic life and the common image of weeds together in my mind.  Here I am nurturing weeds, while my friends Genna and Jesse, whose chosen lifestyle is seen by many as weed-like, are traveling around the country nurturing communities with story and song and their mere presence.  During their visit to our class they presented songs and stories and responded to questions from an enthusiastic class, and then joined us on a walk to the top of a ridge above the college.  From there, we could assess the American Valley and Quincy as if we were 'above it all."  Well, we were, in the sense of altitude, but the magical effect of getting above your town, whether it be on a hike to a mountain top (preferable) or a window seat of an airplane (sometimes tolerable), is usually to reduce one down to size, diminish the desire or ability to control things, to dominate nature, and instead approach our residence on this beautiful planet with more patience and humility.  Thank you Genna and Jesse for helping us unwind for a couple of hours and rethink our overly busy lives.