this purple weed

my hands were itching! i needed to take photos, but i didn't have any good subjects. my kids are getting a bit tired of being mommy's victims. so out in the yard, we went. i let the kids play in the sandpit and run amok, chasing each other and getting crazy on the swing, i almost got scared. i surveyed the yard and thought to myself, it needed mowing. my hubby has another job in store for him on his days off. poor hubby. if only the grasses don't grow so fast and the weeds...they are any gardener's worst nightmare.

then, i noticed this purple weed lying amongst the dwarf bottle brush tree and the dwarf frangipani in one garden bed. the cluster of tiny purple flowers stood out, forming a big star against the earth-toned pine bark mulch. to a skilled gardener, it is another terrible weed, but to my untrained eye, it is but a beautiful bunch of purple flowers.

if there's one thing i've learned, flowers are but flowers until we label them weeds. the same with people. people are just people until we get labels, and then, how people respond to us depend on how we are labelled, which is sad...because at the end of the day, in the eyes of a child and in the eyes of the creator, we are but just what we are...without the label.