I found this thistle at the Harbor Freeway Green Line station, in one of the "planters" in the parking lot. The planters at this station mostly resemble barren wasteland or swamp--depending on the weather--and is peppered with various bits of trash. Yet here, in this place, was this thistle.
Beauty happens in the strangest places. Yesterday on the way to church we passed a storm drain and there on the lip of the drain was a tiny meadow. Creation is determined to be seen, to show the beauty of the one who created it. It can't help it. This is part of its nature. All of life was designed to reflect the beauty--the glory--of the Creator.