The letter for today is: N, where I feature nauseous and nectarine.
I'm constantly amazed at how the body works. It grows from a tiny baby to a young adult, through middle years of maturity, then ages. When it's cut, the skin heals over and broken bones knit together. Even bad memories fade. In the declining years, sagging muscles hit one with abhorrence. But, given good health and barring accidents, there's no halting the life-cycle. Notice I said one, rather than me. The sad fact is: old age has caught me at last, knocked me down with a flying tackle and left me sagging in a heap. No use railing against time.
No need to dwell on any indignity.
Better to eat a nectarine and enjoy the delicious succulent fruit. With any luck, I'll lose the ability to notice my fading looks.
Now, back to the subject. Not a very nice one either. Why did I choose this word nausea? Easily answered. If we never felt sick, how would we know enough to appreciate good health?
One process which helps the body deal with foreign substances is the natural reaction of nausea. The body ejects bad food, poison or infection. Sometimes, trying to adapt to a new life growing inside, it causes nausea in a new mother.
No such nausea occurs when eating a nectarine. The body accepts fruit like a plant absorbs water.
Nectarine, freshly picked from a tree in the sunshine, is my favorite fruit.