Not all flowers are beautiful, I think. Some are downright homely.
So I thought of the blossoms on this tree as I approached it on a dull gray day recently.
But as I got closer, I began to change my mind.
And when I looked more carefully, I came to appreciate its unique beauty.
There's a life lesson in there, isn't there?
Of course I haven't the foggiest notion what the tree or its blossoms are called. Do you?