A rose by any other name would smell as sweet or would it...(Tiny Delights)

You take a walk early on a summer's morning and you see a yard that needs to be mowed. At first you might think that your neighbor needs to get out there and pay some attention to his lawn. Then, you stop, you look, you think. And then, you grab your camera and take a few photos.

Why do you disturb your summer morning walk to pay special attention to a space that most folks would consider unkempt? Because you see daisies, not weeds. You see small, adorable, little daisies with perfectly soft and white petals surrounding a sunny, yellow button face.

Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. If hundreds of years' ago someone would have tagged these cutie pies as a flower and not a nuisance, you'd see them in a whole different light. You'd think that the owner of the home was so fortunate to have a field of flowers right outside his front door.

It's interesting, isn't it, how we can see something as a pest instead of a blessing all because long ago someone else, that we never knew and who is long gone, made a decision that flowers as adorable as these little daisies should be mowed down and mulched. You wouldn't do that to your petunias or your impatiens, would you? You just might if some unknown person a long time ago decided that they should be classified as weeds and were a lawn pest to be eradicated.

Later today the home owner's yard man came by and cut down these little sweetie pies. I don't know if they'll grow back to the beauty I saw this morning. I hope so, because they reminded me that I should seek to know people and to evaluate what I see by looking deeper than just at the surface.

Tiny Delights

Most of us miss out on life's big prizes. The Pulitzer. The Nobel. Oscars. Tonys. Emmys. But we're all eligible for life's small pleasures. A pat on the back. A kiss behind the ear. A four-pound bass. A full moon. An empty parking space. A crackling fire. A great meal. A glorious sunset. Hot soup. A cold drink. Don't fret about copping life's grand awards. Enjoy its tiny delights. There are plenty for all of us. ~author unknown