#2 Son Adam likes to see his name mentioned in this humble blog from time to time. He might see it more frequently if he came to see us more frequently than when his laundry needs doing or on more than his once-a-year visits to Roundrock with us, but he’s in med school now, and he tells me he has to “study” all the time.
A couple of months ago Adam did make a trip to Roundrock with us and hiked part of the perimeter, cutting mightily as he went. You may recall me mentioning in my account of that trip that he had cut a mark into a locust tree along the fenceline and that he professed his intention to bring his own son to see it in the years to come.
Of course, having a son of his own would be among the first things he’d need to take care of to realize that plan, and since I despair of ever having grandchildren, I’ve decided to document the mark he left in the tree so that future generations — if any — will be able to know what once was.
I figure if I visit the tree each season and take a picture, I should evolve an interesting document of the changes over time.
(Also, it may please you to know that Adam has already said that he doesn’t intend to be a surgeon.)
- New moon: the moon is between the earth and sun; the side away from us is lit by the sun.
- Snowy owls seen in Missouri when food is scarce in the Arctic.