There is such a thing as curb appeal and at the
moment is something that our house lacks. Someday, we will remove these
bushes and update our landscaping, but right now, this is what other people see
when they look at the front of my house, but not me. Hidden within these
sparse, dying bushes is a treasure, not something that we have planted or
planned, but a bounty that is God given. A simple seed dropped by a bird to
produce a flourishing black raspberry bush. 
Yes, they are hard to get to. I get scratched and
my clothes get hung up on the thorns. But, what I love about this picture is
that it proves the statement, "You can't judge a book by its cover."
Or a house by its curb appeal, because there could be, and most likely are,
treasures that you can't see.
