Summer is like me; she procrastinates. She has a leaf project due tomorrow and was short a couple of leaves.  I remembered my father was at the fairgrounds with me about 12 years ago and remarked about the shagbark hickory trees there. He knew all the trees and bird songs and things about nature someone who grew up in a rural area would know. He was a boy in the 20’s, living in a county that bordered on the Wabash. So, this evening, when push came to shove, I saw my dad at the fairgrounds in my mind’s eye – perhaps in my heart – and took Summer to get a hickory leaf.