“Do you know what plant this is?” I asked him, as we stood leaning against the wall.
How often do we try to figure what some plant next to us is?
He took a careful look, his eyes tracing the stems and leaves.
“Good.” I said.
“How did you figure?” he asked me.
“I saw the bud. And how did you?”
“I saw the thorn.”
We chuckled. It pretty much summed up how we look at things.
I look at the good stuff that is hard to find, and he looks at the bad stuff that, though obvious, most people ignore.
“You should put this on your blog,” he said.