Seymour Sycamore is big, really big.  Some might call him a giant.  He’s not really a sycamore tree, but that’s beside the point.  That’s what we called him when we bought our house, and any other name for him just seems wrong now.  He is old, older than our 1927 house, and he stands guard closely.  He provides shade in the hot summer and a sturdy branch for our children’s swing.  He could be a she; not really sure about these tree kind of things.  You arborists out there might say he’s an “it”, but he is too much a part of our everyday lives for me to do that.

The point?  None really, except to enjoy those little (or big) things that are around you.  Blessings from God that are all around us, if we look.  Slainte, Lisa