Which brings up something that affects all of us all the time.
There are untold treasures everywhere all the time about which we are unaware unless we get very lucky and someone tells us about them. If they don't we lose out and will never know about them. I think that is incredibly sad. Do you? There is a Thomas Gray poem which deals with it that I've quoted from before. I shall do so again here. "Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its fragrance on the desert air". If not verbatim that is the gist of it. SIGH.