Poppies

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"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

What does that exactly mean? Well according to Google.

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It means that what one sees as beautiful another may not. I didn't really understand what that ment. Until the poppies.

I live in a town in Califronia. In that town not much happens. I never saw the beauty in the place where I live. It was small, not much to do, and very little to see.

I see a few people not from here visit. They always say how beautiful the lake is, how beautiful our mountains are, and how beautiful the town history is.

I didn't see it at the time. Maybe it's the fact I have lived here my whole life, that I don't see beauty in this town. Or so I thought.

There was a time last year, in March, where the usual empty streets suddenly became filled with cars. I didn't notice til I ed by a usual lonley road and saw maybe a good 40 cars parked at the side of the road. I went and what I saw was beautiful.

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Poppies. I got excited because the usual empty town, had these beautiful flowers growing on the mountains that usually had grass and dirt. But then all of a sudden they were filled with a beautiful orange.

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After stopping and smelling the roses, not really cause they were poppies, I took a look around and started to appreciate what the world has to offer. I thought I lived in a boring, small, nothing to do town. But once I stop and actually look I see the beauty. This brought a new way of how I see this town I live in. I saw the wonderful people who live here, I saw the beauty in nature, and I saw the beauty in town.

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