I could count backwards if my memory were that good.  All those steps, all those miles.  Every drop of sweat.  Every time I wiped my brow clear.

Every pull.

Every push.

Every mile walked.

Flora and Fauna.

I can’t even begin to think of every type of flower that I worked my way around.  The different types of grass.  The multitude of trees and bushes.

and all the clovers…

Seas of green clovers.

How may 4-leafs did I cut down?

Surely that counts for something.