Since we moved to the south, I've discovered a love of Queen Anne's Lace. I can't understand this flower's classification as a weed... is it merely because it grows on the side of the road and doesn't cost $35 a bunch? I look at it and see worlds within worlds... the most complex, beautiful pattern of miniature blossoms that looks completely different and absolutely beautiful at each phase of the bloom cycle, and yet it seems most people don't look at it at all.
Am I missing something? Is there something inherently pedestrian about this flower? Or is it just that we all too often take for granted those beautiful aspects of our everyday lives that don't insist on being dramatic or difficult or demanding?
I'm writing this post as a reminder to us all: simple beauty is no less beautiful because it is simple; simple joy no less valuable because it comes easily. In a hectic world filled to the brim with pressure to be more, do more, and have more, it seems to me that the simple gifts should be treasured above all.