Beauty IS In The Eye Of The Beholder

My 9 year old grandson helped carry overnight luggage into the house. We then walked around the house into the back yard and he exclaims "Nonnie, your weeds are beautiful!". The thing is, he was obviously sincere. A couple of things went through my head then. First , that is so sad that this 9 year old recognizes that I have only weeds growing in my back yard. Second was that this child found beauty in something we spend every summer trying to destroy. Maybe I need to preserve this beauty instead of having it mowed down.