This time of year especially when the Sumac tree is crimson and in bloom, I think of my dad. Road trips growing up were always an adventure and dad was always pointing out things in nature, a hawk, a deer, a ground hog or a sumac, then he would educate us with is knowledge, That's an 8 point buck because of the points on his antlers, that hawk can see a little mouse running under the grass from miles away and the sumac was where Native Indians used to gather. I love sumac because of my dad and his stories about how it was used for medicine, had healing powers and was used to dye thread. My dad is still alive and well and still pumping out the trivia that only life experience can provide. xox
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