“No no no! Ich! Usch! Stop that! Blech!” While that reaction can fit many different scenarios,
Old Uncle Harry giving you a wet, sloppy kiss at the family reunion
“No no no! Ich! Usch! Stop that! Blech!”
“No no no! Ich! Usch! Stop that! Blech!” While that reaction can fit many different scenarios,
Old Uncle Harry giving you a wet, sloppy kiss at the family reunion
“No no no! Ich! Usch! Stop that! Blech!”
Hubby took me, as a side trip, to a place he found interesting for what it once had been. However, I was fascinated with the present and future that I found at my feet as I stepped out of the car. Literally at my feet—and under my feet—was a myriad of dry elm fruits, one of several kinds of winged seeds, samara, that capture my fancy. (OK, maybe I could actually count them but it would have been a difficult process. While now we most often use it to mean innumerable or an innumerable quantity of something, did you know that historically, the word myriad meant ten thousand?) I wish I had had a camera at the ready so I could have taken a photo of the bounty and the trees. I had not seen the seeds before and first and foremost, they reminded me of God’s creativity. As I walked along a path littered with hundreds, if not thousands—maybe a myriad or more—of these fruits, I thought of the intricacies of nature, the abundance, the smartness.