Hidden from View

The boxwood shrubs in front of my house are slow-growing plants, serving more as a home for spiders than providing any great beauty.  I trim them down about twice a year and have contemplated removing them altogether.  But I recently found something that the shrubs were hiding that otherwise might not have been noticed at all.

My German shepherd, Abby, loves to go for walks around the yard and for some reason, always wants to examine the area around the bushes in particular.  She sniffs around, as if she was hot on the trail of some other creature.  One day, she went farther back in the bushes than normal and when she did, I noticed something pink hidden behind them. Turns out it was a small cluster of pink flowers, whose name I did not know.

I found out later, with help from my sister, that they were known as volunteer begonias.  I did a bit more research and discovered that they grow from seed that has fallen naturally to the ground, not planted by a person.  So somehow this flowering plant had found its way into an area unseen by most all that would pass by.

This reminds me of a lesson that I have learned in my journey of life.  There are always characteristics of people, places, and things that are readily visible to the naked eye.  In this case, that is represented by the boxwood shrubs.  But also growing, away from plain view, are other even more beautiful parts that for the most part go unnoticed. These were the beautiful pink begonias that for many weeks had gone unseen.

We as humans many times see in others as what is readily noticeable to our eyes. But just as in the case outlined above, there are hidden treasures that may take a while to be discovered.  Our character traits may contain facets that are easily discerned, but if people are willing to take the time, other parts more beautiful may be brought into view.

Published by David Lee Moser

I am a sixty-five year old semi-retired elementary teacher.

2 thoughts on “Hidden from View

  1. I totally agree. LIke the boxwood, I like to think of myself as a turtle. I have this hard outer shell that I put up to keep from getting hurt which in turns makes people think I am uncaring when in reality if they just got to know the real me they would see I care very deeply about people.

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