Today I spent some time scanning some old family photos and I found a few of me taking my some of my first walks in the woods. In this photo my father leads two year old me on our then regular walks through the woods along our rural road. My father says that before I could walk he'd push me through the woods in a stroller and whenever we passed by wildflowers he'd have to stop at each one so I could reach out and touch the flower or else I'd throw a fit. Maybe that is a sign that I should today be a botanist?
