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Show Letter To Editor It's All In The Way You See A short time ago a neighbor observed, "I love walking past your yard. You always have something blooming." She was right. Like many yards in our area, ours has flowers blooming from the first crocus in early spring to chrysanthemum chrysanthe-mum in late fall. ANOTHER passer-by. no less accurate, but apparently a coward, observed in an anonymous anony-mous letter, "Why don't you clean up your messy yard?" They included.an article from last weeks Clipper on noxious weeds. (I rea'd it carefully and am ashamed to say that I only have the common varieties, nothing exotic on my lot). I admit without hesitation that this unknown person is quite correct. A certain area in our yard, because of personal reasons, remains natural, unimproved un-improved and, to some it appears, plain weedy. It is interesting in-teresting to me to receive two such contrasting opinions of this little bit of earth I like to call mine. SOMEONE TOLD me long ago that what you see depends upon where you stand. I've found that to be a sound philosophy. philo-sophy. Offense cannot be given, it must be taken. If my "messy yard" offends you, try turning your cheek the other way. Many of my neighbors yards offer beautiful views. However, if you, like 1 find beauty in the abundant and varried flowering of the earth, then we rejoice together. Another homespun but sound philosophy goes like this: "This life that we're a livin is might hard to beat, ya get a thorn with every rose, but ain't the roses sweet." Thank God for the roses human and otherwise. Kolette McClurg |