As I was driving this morning, I passed a field full of my favorite weed in full bloom. I had to stop and take a picture.
These weeds (I have no idea what they are called) grow naturally in my area. When I was a kid, they grew in the field behind my house. I loved them. Every spring they blossomed with these tiny, lavender flowers. I thought they were the most beautiful plants ever, and that a field full of that green and purple was one of the best parts of spring.
My dad looked at that same field and saw weeds. And headed out with a container of weed killer to solve the “problem.”
Whether something is a problem or a thing of beauty is truly a matter of perspective.
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A Matter of Perspective
