We are on the weather roller-coaster
ride. Winter, spring, winter, summer, winter again. So I had put my
hand into my pocket to get a glove and... What? I pulled out a seed!
I couldn't remember where it came from but what I thought of was the
last Truffula seed. It was the last Truffula seed of all and the
Once-ler had put it in my pocket. And I needed to plant it, to treat it
with care, to give it clean water, and feed it fresh air.
Then I recalled that during last
Wednesday's botany walk, I had popped a bladdernut seed case into my
pocket. Why? Who knows? Rocks, twigs, seeds, all manner of objects
wind up in my pocket or in my journal bag. Anyway, the case rattled
so there must have been a seed in it. What happened to the case? That
awesome three-sided balloon, after which the tree was named, was last
year's crop and very dry and fragile. It had disintegrated into a
fine brown dust at the bottom of the pocket.
I was inspired by my thoughts to play with color on the pages of my art marker journal.
The Lorax is a fine book to read to
persons of all ages. It has always been one of my favorites.
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