I Enjoy the Beauty of Nature
Sometimes I wish I had the vision of my father. He sees the beauty in many things, things that most people overlook, and would write off as wasted or ugly.
Just the other day he called me so I could come over to see a few things in his garden. His biggest joy was this big weed. A straggly looking plant with ugly little spindly white, almost cloth like, flowers. He showed this to me with joy on his face, not because of the plant itself, a plant that most would weed wack without a thought, but because he sat all morning and watched as a hummingbird would fly to this weed and grab its parts, to take it to build a nest.
This ugly little plant that most would overlook, my father sees beauty in it, not because of its appearance, but because of its function. I truly wish my mind could work like that sometimes.
Just the other day he called me so I could come over to see a few things in his garden. His biggest joy was this big weed. A straggly looking plant with ugly little spindly white, almost cloth like, flowers. He showed this to me with joy on his face, not because of the plant itself, a plant that most would weed wack without a thought, but because he sat all morning and watched as a hummingbird would fly to this weed and grab its parts, to take it to build a nest.
This ugly little plant that most would overlook, my father sees beauty in it, not because of its appearance, but because of its function. I truly wish my mind could work like that sometimes.
31-35, M
