One of the most notable signs of fall here in New Mexico comes in the form of yellow blooms. Every October, yellow flowers grace the land from near to as far as the eyes can see. I find the golden landscape refreshing. I adore the yellow flowers.
Everyday I park in the same place at work. My vehicle faces the home of prairie dogs, bunnies, and crows. They too seem to love the flowers. It is a lovely change which covers the rugged Earth each year. For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed the last gold breath of summer.
Not long ago, every flower except one was pulled out by a group of men. There was a woman leading the men around and I asked her why they were killing the flowers. She said because they were told to pull the weeds. In that moment I realized that my perspective is different. Weeds?
I am proud of my attitude. My appreciation of nature and animals is far reaching. Maybe I am strange, but I don’t see weeds? If our mindset is turned inward, how can we ever appreciate the simple things? Now I stare at a mound of dirt instead of flowers. The prairie dogs miss the flowers. So do I.
When you see weeds, choose to see flowers. When you would rather see a pile of dirt, maybe you need to broaden your panorama or take off the blinders? When we realize there is beauty in everything, life is better. Then again, maybe I just love weeds?Explore posts in the same categories: Inner Beauty, Light, Mind, Nature, New Mexico, Personal Glimpses, Positive Energies, Reflection, Santa Fe, Worthy Reads, Writers, Writing