New Things That Turn Into Old Ones
For a while now, I’ve been on a history kick, trying to think of ways I can influence the thinking of folks in the future. All sorts of ideas are coming in. One of the best involves plant life.
The changing leaves of autumn are bragging about their new fall colors, I’m taking advantage of the situation.
I’ve gathered some of the prettiest newly-fallen leaves from around my yard. Then, with a felt-tip pen, I write the type of plant, the date, and print my name.
So far, I have a yellow from an aspen tree, a beautiful red from a vine that climbs one of my ponderosas, and a maroon from a group of weeds that keep coming back into my garden each year, much to my chagrin.
Then I place each each inside the cover of a book to dry out and wait for some smiling face to find it in the far-distant future.
You should do that too. It’s a way to leave your mark on history and someday cause a smile. Please don’t underestimate your importance. What fun it would be to find an old book with a leaf that George Washington had signed.
If you don’t want to do that, please go out someplace and plant a tree. f