… he saw trouble.
When playing golf the other day I noticed this at the base of a tree. One of my friends told me that the berries are poisonous, but I told her I wasn’t seeing it as pie material, I just loved its colors.
I brought a stem home to take a picture of it. But, by the time I got it home it was droopy, so I put it in a vase of water to revive it before I took pictures.
When Hubby came home, he looked me up in the bedroom where I was reading in my favorite chair. And said, “Why in the world is a weed sitting in a vase in the kitchen?”
What he saw was a pesky weed that he had grown up on the farm helping his dad fight to keep from invading the crops.
What I saw was beautiful color and graceful lines in a plant I didn’t remember ever seeing before.
Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder.