While pulling weeds in my strawberry patch today, I was yet again reminded that it was my Mother who taught me to be able to see the beautiful flowers in and amongst the weeds. When I was a child, like many youngsters growing up, one of the chores I would be given to do was to pull the weeds in the flower, rock and/or food gardens. I hated this chore. Didn’t we all?!?! I learned to recognize weeds and I learned that one can fall on their butt if they pull too hard on a well established weed. I also learned how to identify the plants we wanted to thrive for our own purposes.