Learning to like discredited plants

I profess to love every plant, be it dock, bind-weed, thistle or whatever, claiming that it's only our prejudice that makes such plants look bad to our eye. I've been busy unravelling my own prejudices for some time now, in order that I'm not being hypocritical when I make the claim, but yesterday I discovered that I still have at least one and it's quite unreasonable. I've been pulling out holly seedlings from my own forest garden, quite automatically and without qualm, for years now, believing that they were 'ugly' and 'a threat'. I've thought they just looked unappealing, which on reflection, at least upon that I took  yesterday in front of a holly tree growing at a neighbours place, is entirely incorrect, given the perfect form of their leaves, the glossiness and deep colour and so on. So, I'm in the process of trying to see holly in a better light and find a place for it in my world. Here's the photograph that made me think, 'hang on!'. It's fairly ordinary, but shows how easily a person can distort reality through a pre-conception and when that's a negative one, all balance can be lost.