It does make a difference what you call things.
--Kate Douglas Wiggin
Most of us think of dandelions as weeds. We buy special tools and poisons when they crop up and complain about them as surely as we welcome the spring that brings them.
Yet is there anything more lovely than a sea of yellow dandelions by the side of the road in June? Or as remarkable in transformation as the filaments of the mature dandelion blowing on the wind?
Sometimes we let someone else define for us what are weeds and what are flowers. We don't have to. Much of the beauty of the world is that we ourselves decide what is beautiful according to our own feelings. How lucky we are that, when we choose to, we can open our eyes and see!
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There are a lot of "weeds" in people's yards that I know they'd pay good money for if they saw them in a plastic pot at Home Depot with a card calling them "Purple Passion" or "Aztec Roses." It's all in the presentation. :D
Weeds are only flowers that people don't want. I have dandelions in my lawn.... Oooh I can feel people cringing at that :O) You will know by now that I love wild flowers.
Okay, I love this TFTD, Mel!
In fact, I was thinking about something similar to this a few days ago...
"Much of the beauty of the world is that we ourselves decide what is beautiful according to our own feelings."
I'm one of those people who finds tremendous beauty in urban decay - old buildings with rusty window frames, chipped paint, and boarded up windows.
Don't ask me why, but I do.
For me, there is a rustic beauty in it.
Hope you had a super Saturday, dear lady!
((((( You )))))
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