The most rubbishy things are someone's treasures, and the most treasured things are frequently rubbish.
These flowers are tiny weeds, no more than half a centimetre across. They were growing at the edge of an enormous lawn, some 200 or 300 metres long. While I'm sure the gardeners wouldn't have been too pleased to find their grass wasn't all grass, I, for one, was delighted with the change in colour.
Spring is full of this sort of thing.
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