How did I come up with such a name? It required bouncing ideas around with my family. We wanted something that would reflect me. There were a few really good names, but they were too long. So we kept trying to shorten it. Also I wanted the name to connect somewhat to my sister site learning2leftovers. So it came to be “tumbleweeds2seashells”!
When we were playing with the blog name I was trying to find a name that would reflect the prairies. And when tumbleweed came up I said “Yes!”. One family member said “I didn’t know Nebraska had tumbleweeds. I thought they were from the desolate parts of the west”. I said that Nebraska was the gateway to the west. I was immediately corrected–that it’s St Louis with the Gateway Arch. And I suppose that is true technically.
Yet, to me Nebraska will always be that gateway. On the eastern side there are the crop lands. After all, Nebraska is the Cornhusker State. But the western side has miles and miles of pasture land prairies. And in the middle of the state there is the special “gateway”, a unique blend. There is crop land in the broad valleys along the rivers and the smaller fields on semi-flat land in the hills. But there is also pasture land. Hilly areas covered with the prairie grasses. Here one can see cattle and sometimes horses grazing. And here you can start to see tumbleweeds!
Tumbleweeds. I smile as the word brings pictures to my mind. I can see them blowing in the wind, piled up along the fence rows, tumbling across the fields –now and then snagging onto something in their path. On cold winter mornings they would be ‘picture perfect’ covered with a thick coating of frost. I love tumbleweeds and miss seeing them. It brings a feeling of home. Cause I was born in Nebraska and no matter where I’ve gone or llived, Nebraska is still home! And tumbleweeds are a part of that home I remember.
Before I let my memories carry me away too far, I want to get to the other half of the name. Seashells. I now live in Florida were I can reach the seashore in 30 some minutes. On the times when I previously visited, I loved gathering seashells. I liked beach decor. And now I like living here.
Compared to Nebraska, Florida is a different world! Yet, I can look out at the waves, always moving, flowing, as far as the eye can see. And connect again, somehow, to the flowing waves of grass on the prairie.